Okay, she will be 10 in like t-minus 2 weeks. Holy Crap! Where did the time go? Yesterday I was putting her in cute dresses and pig tails, today she is dressed in her own fashionable clothes, with an attitude to boot! She is becoming a tweener, Dear God! Any one have a Dalorean in the garage? Do I seriously have to relive puberty again? The first damn time was enough! Okay, I know, I have a solution! I'll send her to an all-girls boarding school and see her again when she is 18. WHAT? Not a good idea? Okay, Okay!
SO as of now, she screams in my face, tells me to tell her I don't like her, slams the door, stomps off to her room. Oh wait, my two year old does that. OH PRAISE GOD SHE IS REGRESSING! I can have my sweet baby back. What? I doesn't work that way? Then what the f**k do I do now? I am terrified of her going through this.
I was lucky to get through it the first time, now I have to relive it on the other end? The raging hormones, the "buds", the "you know what"! Oh please, please let the both of us just sleep right through it. Please, I have 8 more years of this, why? Why does she have to go through this? I don't know how I can stand by watching her "grow", watching boys come in and out of the picture (hopefully she will think boys have cooties and they never come in the picture, that being said, I hope girls don't either). I now, I know, I'll send her to nuns school. They do have that right?
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Red Pancakes
Seeing life through my children's eyes is amazing. In our bed one sunny morning, Liam asked for red pancakes. What an awesome memory this boy has. He remebered the green pancakes that he had on St. Patricks Day. I am happy that the little things in life that make my children happy are becuase of me.
I was once told by a dear friend of mine that everyday is kids day. I sat back to think about what she meant. She brought it up in a conversation we were having about a day I set aside for my kids to do whatever they wanted. Lex chose lunch and a pedicure, Liam wanted red pancakes. When I told her this she said, well everyday is kids day in my house. What is that suppoosed to mean? Was that a diss on me? My parenting style?
No, it was an eye opener to a childhood. A childood that I remember well. The best memories were days spent with my grandparents. These were "my days". I lived for the weekend when I spent the night at their house, and my favorite dinner was prepared and served under candle light, when ice cream was always served before bed, and on the t.v. was my favorite BBC show. These were my "red pancake" days. The days were stress, laundry, home work and cleaning is set aside to just hang with the kids. Make it special, show them theyare thought of, show them they are loved. I do this everyday don't get me wrong. But these "red pancake" days are the special days.
I was once told by a dear friend of mine that everyday is kids day. I sat back to think about what she meant. She brought it up in a conversation we were having about a day I set aside for my kids to do whatever they wanted. Lex chose lunch and a pedicure, Liam wanted red pancakes. When I told her this she said, well everyday is kids day in my house. What is that suppoosed to mean? Was that a diss on me? My parenting style?
No, it was an eye opener to a childhood. A childood that I remember well. The best memories were days spent with my grandparents. These were "my days". I lived for the weekend when I spent the night at their house, and my favorite dinner was prepared and served under candle light, when ice cream was always served before bed, and on the t.v. was my favorite BBC show. These were my "red pancake" days. The days were stress, laundry, home work and cleaning is set aside to just hang with the kids. Make it special, show them theyare thought of, show them they are loved. I do this everyday don't get me wrong. But these "red pancake" days are the special days.
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