Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sometimes the Show Doesn't Go On
Amelia and I are both currently under the weather...so much so that we did not make it to her ballet recital. Meggan and I were very disappointed in our decision to be responsible adults tonight. We really wanted to see Amelia having fun on stage. That said, we didn't think the fun we would have watching her do a 5 minute dance was worth risking her health. It may seem a bit extreme, but given her past history and our numerous trips to Urgent Care, we didn't feel surrounding her with 30 other germy kids backstage for an hour while she nervously wondered where mommy and daddy were was the best idea. Luckily, we just wrote the check for the Spring semester of ballet...if at first you don't succeed, try try again.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
The More Things Change...
There have been countless changes over the last year or so...and yet, some habits die hard...
Amelia hanging around in Lowe's last year...

Amelia hanging from the cart in Lowe's last night...
Amelia hanging around in Lowe's last year...

Amelia hanging from the cart in Lowe's last night...
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Uninformed
I'm not sure which one of you told Amelia she's the boss around here. I suppose it could be a newly found power she feels from wearing Yo Gabba Gabba panties instead of diapers. Either way, she's on the brink of learning a very hard lesson. She's going to need to realize that I run this house and what I say goes. Okay, well, I'm not in charge of Meggan. But, I'm pretty much second in command. Well, not quite second because Sophie doesn't really listen to anything I say either. So, probably more like third. But, this much I know...Amelia is confused about the bottom of the totem pole if she thinks it's me. I suppose once you can drink without the help of a sippy cup, you're grown enough to no longer need a bed time? And I guess once you're old enough to formulate your own sentences, it's perfectly fine to ignore anything I say? Does she not think this balding head has earned me a little authority??? Do these beginning crow's feet not represent a small amount of wisdom??? Does reaching the age where physicals now include a significant amount of prison-like touching from the doctor not give me the occasional right to enforce a rule???Apparently not if you ask a 2 year-old...a 2 year-old who is heading to military school if she doesn't find her "listening ears" very soon.
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