Meow!

Fall Fun Festivals are here! Wow. We've had three in three days. School, community and church. Princess C knew what she wanted to be...a kitty. How easy is that? I'm thinking I got off easy this year. I can whip up a tail and ears in no time. She already had tights and a leotaard from ballet. Shoes? Well, it's black slides or boots. With all the activities at the FFF's we decide on the boots. She looks like a mini-catwoman. It's getting under my skin how grown up she's beginning to look. And by, the way, how do little girls know how to stick their hips out? She doesn't watch movies or cartoons like that! Is it innate? Who knows. Hope the pics pull up.

Ok. Not the pic I wanted, but it will do.

It SOUNDS like Daddy...

Princess C was sent home from school on Friday with a fever. She was sick most of the weekend. However, by Sunday, she was feeling better, just not ready for church...mom deemed. Anyway, while I was home with her I was sorting through some old home videos and found my wedding video. I put it in so she could see mommy as a "Princess." She "oohed" and "aahed" making me feel beautiful and then said, "Who is that?" When I responded, "That's Daddy!" She looked at me, looked back at the TV, cocked her head sideways and said, "Well, it sounds like him." I started laughing! For all you who don't know...my husband is a cancer survivor. When we wed he had a head full of hair and was slowly losing it when the Princess came along. After chemo, it never came back as full or as straight. As a matter of fact, it was extremely thin. As far back as she can remember he's been bald and shaving his head. It was absolutely priceless to see her face. She stared at her dad for awhile. I guess she finally resigned herself to it, even though she didn't believe it. His voice won out. He sings all the time and he was singing to me in the video...his one saving grace, I think. Otherwise, she wouldn't have believed me.

Once again, the pic won't pull up. Sorry.

She makes my heart smile with her little girl ways

I know I'm supposed to think this, but....isn't she beautiful?! She is such a joy in our lives.

The other day her daddy was moving something in the garage and he stepped out of his shoes. She giggled out loud and said, "I love my daddy...he's so silly." She has a great role model for a future husband. Even her brother commented on what a great picture this is. There are more...but you can't imagine how long it took to get this one. I'll try again...um..later.

Blink and you'll miss it!

I can't believe how times flies. It seems like I just posted and it's already been almost a month. My time is not really my own these days. My new job affords me more time with my kids and and so, most days, I'm taking it. They are at fun ages. Each stage is fun in itself even with all the challenges we've had.

My son is taking off. Wow. It blows me away and makes me think how short "childhood" actually is. He doesn't consider himself a "child" anymore...he's a youth. A HUGE difference when you're in the 6th grade and low man on the totem pole. For all the longing and wishing that he would just grow up a little...it's happening too fast. Is there a rewind button? The closest I can find is home videos. Anyway, he is looking around and watching those around him and deciding for himself what is cool and what is not. I remember...wasn't it just yesterday?...when his sentences consisted of "Daddy is Buddy, Kerry is Homey and Wayne is Dudeman."

The little princess is growing up as well. I miss these words that she no longer says:
muse gick = music
scusty = disgusting
sug blug = slug bug
biz ahn ya = lasagna
alto meal = malto meal
pot tarps = pop tarts
nassy = nasty
and many more like when she called herself "Princess Kitty Cat Purple Pony Uh"

We were finally able to get her four year old pictures taken (now that she's almost 5) and she wanted her hair straightened (since that's how I'm wearing mine these days). She looks so grown up. I can hardly stand it. While changing out her seasonal clothes, I came across a box of things I'm keeping for her. I opened it...saw what was in there (baby things)...started crying...closed the box... took a deep breath....kept working in her closet....I think it's called... denial. Oh well, it's pleasant ... for the moment.

Pictures still to come.