It was the Diva girl’s birthday this past weekend. Nine years old! Give me strength!
I look at her and I’m in awe at the following realizations:
1. I am the mother of a beautiful, strong and amazing nine year old
2. Time is running out before the teen wars begin
3. We’ve both survived nine years with my limited knowledge of motherhood
4. That damn parenting manual is never gonna get here
It was the Diva girl’s birthday this past weekend. Nine years old! Give me strength!
Well…here we go again! Loose teeth everywhere! But now we multiply that by two children who have absolutely no care or concern for the very shallow pockets that the Tooth Fairy may have. I mean of course she may also have a very stylish handbag…she loves a good handbag…but that doesn’t mean she’s rich! How dare they have more than one shaky tooth at a time! The Diva has three! What the heck? Then Baby girl just comes along with two loose teeth and they just happen to be her front teeth at the top. You know that those will bring in a pretty penny. How can she betray me…er…the Tooth Fairy like that? Well, I gotta go…I’m scanning the classifieds for part-time work. Ahem…not for me of course. Just trying to help out the TF…we gotta stick together! 😉
Three days away from the Diva’s birthday.
Eight years old
When did all of this happen?
Still the tomboy, but small hints of ‘girliness’ coming through.
She wants a mermaid Barbie…
And a scooter
She wants nail polish…
And Ninja turtle sunglasses
She wants dressy shoes…not sneakers
But she still hates to wear her earrings
She wants to style her hair on her own…
But definitely no ‘girly’ hairbands or barrettes
A little pink is allowed…
Please don’t make a big deal about it!
Love that kid…
Back to school tomorrow!
Can I get a YAY! YIPPEE! WOO HOO!
What? Too much?
No more trying to figure out how to keep the kids entertained and out of trouble 8 hours a day every day including weekends!
“Mommy I’m bored!” will be reduced to more manageable evenings and perhaps Saturdays and Sundays. But can always be combatted with homework, bath time and early bedtimes.
I can see it now…evenings of peaceful bliss, no squabbling, no yelling or crying. Just the soft snores of very tired children.
Did I mention that Baby girl is starting school too?
Two kids in school = no daycare!
No more daycare = MORE MONEY
Mama needs a new pair of shoes!
Kidding! Stay tuned!
My daughter is 7 years old today!
13 more years until she moves out!!!!
So here I am…another Sunday morning sneaking downstairs to my laptop. I’m feeling quite proud to be writing at 7:15am without disruptions. Can you feel the dedication?
Oh wait…its 8:15am?
Oh yes…spring forward and all that jazz!
Okay, well here I am at 8:15am on a Sunday morning feeling quite proud (and dedicated) to be on the laptop without one of the girls catching me in the act of sneaking though the house. I feel like a ninja!
I’m not even making tea or coffee because I’m afraid the sounds of movement will wake somebody up! Sigh…
Yes, this is my life!
So now I can begin!
The girls? Oh right…they’re good!
Diva girl has another loose tooth and I’m about to raid her piggy bank and put the money under her pillow. I need a loan.
Seriously…how many freakin’ teeth does she have anyway?!
Baby girl has reached a new level of cuteness with a large dose of attitude. She gets it from her sister.
Did somebody snicker???
Words like “definitely” and “awesome” and phrases like “no really, I’m totally serious” spill out of her mouth on a regular basis but yet the word “three” still sounds like “free”.
But that’s okay, because she’ll be four in June and she won’t care about three (free) anymore!
Diva girl will be 7 next month and she is a comedian, performer, athlete and little ‘Miss Know it All’ who corrects her sister every chance she gets!
Oh man…the fights are becoming legendary!
I think I need to buy a referee jersey and a whistle.
But first I need coffee. All this sneaking around really takes its toll!
Have you ever watched your children play when they don’t realize you’re watching?
They are so full of spirit and joy. They are unburdened with the pressures of everyday life and their hope knows no bounds. Their imaginations take them to places we can only wish to visit and fear is not an option.
Last night, as I got the girls ready for bed, I’d gone downstairs to warm some milk for Baby girl. I came back upstairs without her knowledge and there she was in her room dancing her little heart out, singing a quiet tune to herself. She was so into it, she didn’t even notice me. Out came her air guitar or the ‘rock-tar’ as she would call it, and she wailed away on that thing.
I just thought to myself, Wow…when was the last time I danced like no one was watching?
As we get older, we become so self-conscious. We forget how to let go of our inhibitions and just have fun for a few moments and even when we do succeed in letting go, we tend to feel foolish or embarrassed. Why?
I love dancing with my girls. Diva girl is the hip-hop, break-dancing dynamo and Baby girl is the tutu-wearing, forever–twirling, ballerina/princess. They have so much fun. They just laugh and enjoy the silliness of the moment and it’s almost always me that ends the merriment when I have to get back to doing the things we do as parents and adults, like cleaning, cooking, or whatever. But those moments when I am able to truly let go with my kids and have fun and more importantly watch them having fun are some of the most heartbreakingly beautiful times in my world.
So, I’ve decided that I’m going to make A LOT more time to dance with my daughters. Just be silly, happy and crazy and…
DANCE LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING!
Found this poem on www.goodreads.com and it reminds me so much of Diva girl! I bet you all can relate!
“I cannot go to school today”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in.
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There’s a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is …
What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is ………….. Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
― Shel Silverstein
So…my Diva girl will be seven in a few months. But apparently that is actually 17 in kid years!!! Seriously, I wonder sometimes who this child of mine is. The attitude, the quick come backs, rolling of the eyes and quick temper. The girl gives me one raised eyebrow and the hand on hip pose; then we have the arms folded and the “I’m not your friend” phase. There are the “I just can’t stop crying!” episodes and also the ‘I don’t care’ stare downs (even though she really does!).
Some of you that know me, might try to imply that those are some of my qualities and/or behaviours, and to that I say….
We’re not talking about me right now, okay?
As I was saying, Diva girl is growing so quickly it really is scary sometimes. I sat in her room the other day remembering how it felt to hold her as a newborn and all of the uncertainty that I had as she wriggled around on my chest trying to find her comfort spot; or the love I felt when she grabbed my finger and held on for dear life. We were 2 people with no idea of the direction we needed to take, we just knew we would take it together.
Well, I think I change my mind. Yup, this kid is gonna have to get her own place or something, because one of us is about to lose their mind. Judging by the yelling, crying and tantrums…I think the neighbours would say it’s me!
Last Wednesday: time for school but no one wanted to get up (except when both Diva and Baby girl got up at 3 am and came into my room), so I decided to turn on the radio and get everyone’s juices flowing. They both love music so this is usually a sure way to get the day started. So on goes the radio and I’m dancing and waking everyone up. I start a conga line to the bathroom so they can brush their teeth…
It was a conga line of 1! There is sudden silence…
That cheeky bugger turned off the radio and pulled the blanket over her head! Now that is something that I would have done (and most certainly did) in my teen years. Baby girl was still snoring at this point and I had to shake my head and laugh…
Then I started yelling.
Okay fine, it was a mild raising of the voice to get them moving with loving words of encouragement.
Geez…! ; )
Diva girl: “Daddy, where are you going?”
Daddy: “Crazy. Wanna come?”
Diva girl: “Yes!”
Baby girl: “Can I come too?!”
Gotta love it….