Sunday, August 21, 2011
Yes, I know, I know. You can bring your jaw back up from hitting the floor. Mine did the same. My Roo is growing at unexplainable speeds. I have searched and scourged the Internet as to some logical explanation as to why children have to grow up so fast. There was no answer. I even "asked Jeeves.".
I have given up, tried to embrace it, learned I can't embrace it, complained about it, lectured her that she needs to slow down, and now am going to complain as I blog about it.
Regardless, my sweet little child that, I thought was still 4, completed 3rd grade this year. She was thrilled beyond measure for that last day of school and, for some reason, feels as though 4th grade is sure to hold something much more magical and amazing. She acted as though k-3rd was for amateurs and little folk. 4th grade makes you officially old and cool. I guess it's the "upperclassman" of elementary school.
So there you have it friends. If you find a justifiable reason as to why she feels the need to grow so quickly, please let me know. I am about to make her play with rattles and plastic keys to see if it could reverse the vicious cycle a little bit. I'll let you know if it works.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Three is a magic number,
Yes it is, it's a magic number.
Somewhere in the ancient, mystic trinity
You get three as a magic number.
The past and the present and the future.
Faith and Hope and Charity,
The heart and the brain and the body
Give you three as a magic number.
It takes three legs to make a tri-pod
Or to make a table stand.
It takes three wheels to make a ve-hicle
Called a tricycle.
Every triangle has three corners,
Every triangle has three sides,
No more, no less.
You don't have to guess.
When it's three you can see
It's a magic number.....
And Zoie is magic. So it suits her well that she turned 3 this year. I'm hoping she turns 3 every year.
Some of this little magic's favorites at age 3 are: Purses, things inside of purses. Treats. Bubbles. Swimming. Stickers--hoards and hoards of stickers. any food that is considered not health. Dancing to Little Shop of Horrors, Footloose, and Seussical the Musical, Big Trucks and strawberries and blueberries.
We adore this little ball of energy that we so luckily are graced with on a day to day basis. However, she is currently quiet--and with Zoie that is never a good thing...so it's time to be done with this post so I can see the magic she is creating.
If only you could see the shoes better that she picked to wear for the day. They were sparkly red high heels. that lit up....I want some in my size.
Zo was in heaven taking a road trip with her buddy while Bia just chilled with her 8 month old self while strutting her chubby thighs in her swimsuit. Next time it will have to last more than 48 hours.
Pretty much my favorite picture from the 2 days. She is hysterical. If her mother would let me I would adopt her.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Easter is my second favorite holiday. Christmas comes in first...obviously. However, I get super excited about Easter. I'm grateful for a mother that was uber into traditions--I think it is because of her that I go all out and ridiculous on Easter.
However. I have never had to cook my own big Holiday dinner...and this was the year. My older sister Britt laughed at me when I called her stressed over it:
"Shea, Easter isnt a big dinner"
"Uh...Britt, it has ham, and potatoes, and salad, and rolls, and jellos, and this, and that...and some more this."
"Ya, that's easy...isn't that what you eat most Sundays?---Meat, and a couple of sides and some rolls?"
To that I replied...no...I'm not super woman...she is...she takes after my mother.
Regardless, I pepped talked myself into cooking for about 4 weeks prior. I let everyone in the family pick a dish. (Riley chose deviled eggs...now THOSE I know how to make...I sense she was worried of my stress). I invited Dad over (a pretty big food critic--I can't rely on Berns, he'll eat anything.). When it was all said and done, dad said, "Thanks. I'll take some potatoes home for left overs."--Which translates to "Man oh man that was delicious."--that's how Dad communicates.
Enough of the food. The girls loved seeing their baskets of goodies and fun reading materials. And of course a new church dress and shoes. Bia was besides herself with all of the plastic eggs. Heck with buying toys next year--she's just getting empty eggs.
All I've got left to say is it's memories like these and moments like these that I sit back and think, "I've got the best life ever"...I challenge you to show me a better one. You can't do it.
They all got jellies--I was super bummed they don't sell jellies in my size....or Berns' for that matter.