I love looking back on my blog and reminiscing of days gone by with my kids. Smiling at my computer screen as I re-read the silly little memories that make up our days and the big milestones that have shaped our lives. And then there are days like today when I feel like my little lovlies have done sucked the life right out of me and I would sell them to the highest bidder. Who am I kidding? Probably any bidder.
A day that started with church, lunch, grocery, and soccer turned into whining, destroying, fighting, and screaming. As Tom cleaned up dinner (the dishes are still in the sink), I sat and tried to referee the girls while we watched America's Funniest Home Videos. And I found myself looking at the clock about every 3 minutes and 49 seconds as I anxiously waited for bedtime. Put a fork in me, I am done. It won't be a long post and I don't have the patience for uploading a lot of pictures. Tonight my bedtime prayers will probably go something like this: 'Dear God, please help my children not act like they did today tomorrow at school because if they do and the teacher sends them home to me early I am pretty sure I will die. Amen.'
Yesterday, though, was a fun day. Casey's soccer team had their first tournament game at 9:00 a.m. After 3 quarters they were getting beat 1-0 and Casey looked like she needed an invitation to kick the ball. So as the teams took the field for the 4th quarter, I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted out to Casey that if she scored a goal I would take her out for ice cream. I heard a few chuckles from parents on the sidelines and I didn't even bother to look at Tom's reaction to my shameless sideline bribery. 'Cause just like that guess who showed up to play and scored a goal? To my knowledge (dear, God I hope there wasn't) any video cameras around, so I can't be sure who was more excited about it, Casey or me, but I found myself fist pumping and cheering like some crazy suburban soccer mom because the game was now tied. A game played by 6 and 7 year olds... Okay, all you Tom's out there - I get it. I really do. But Casey hasn't gotten to the age where she is embarrassed by my over-enthusiasm, so I'm going to sideline dance until I'm sidelined. Or until I end up on YouTube.
Casey and I ran a couple of errands after the game and, of course, had ice cream. And then later in the afternoon the girls and I went over to my friend, Kathy's. I saw this idea on Pinterest of taking pictures of your daughters wearing your wedding dress. I loved the contrast between the large dresses on such small, sweet little girls and the thought of my daughters having these pictures when they get married one day had me hauling out my big white dress in the preserved box. I thought I was pretty attached to the idea of keeping it preserved, but for what, really? Kathy brought her dress out for her daughters and the girls had so much fun putting on these big dresses. The pictures turned out adorable like I had hoped they would, but what I love best is how they capture the genuine smiles and laughter of playing dress up in their mom's actual wedding dresses.
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See here what I've done? I've managed to turn my blog into a memory about my little girls and have forgotten what little monsters they were today. Maybe blogging is actually therapeutic for mom gone all crazy....
(Don't get me wrong, if one of them tries to get out of bed right now, heads are still going to roll. :)
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