Yesterday was Emily’s first dance class and as I had mentioned, she was not looking forward to it. She envisioned torture tools and the removing of body parts, even after we went to the store and picked out a pink Hannah Montana leotard with matching pink tights and ballet shoes. Surely, nobody would torture someone(…)
Sometimes, you don’t realize just how much you rely on technology these days to survive until something you take for granted leaves you. One day last week, Jessica was attempting to warm up water for a bottle and our 10 year old ever faithful microwave went “bleep, bleep, buzzz…..” and then nothing. After falling to(…)
You know when your daughter is not a little girl anymore when: a. She has a baby. b. She gets a tattoo. My mom asked me why I let her get a tattoo and I said that she is an adult now and I can only nudge her into the right direction and hope she(…)
Emily, proudly hugging her coloring book that we got from Toys R Us after her final appointment at the “special” dentist’s office. She made it a point to let them know that she was never going to have to go there again as long as she lived.
The other day, a friend of mine told us about an inexpensive dance class for little girls that sounded like a neat setup. I’ve been wanting to enroll Emily in dance since she was two, but never actually did anything about it. This program sounded like something I could fit into our schedule, so I(…)
First, I apologize for the lack of posts this week. I’m running on only about 5 hours a night of sleep- yes, this could be sufficient to most people, but not me. I have to have at least 8-9 hours or I’m a zombie. Proof to this fact is when I was told that my(…)
We survived Jessica’s hospital stay and now she is peacefully at home. Well, other than being wakened up every 3 hours or so. Mr. Dad and I were civil to each other her last night at the hospital but, as I feared, when you give him a little nibble of niceness, he jumps out and(…)