Ohhhh, the Joys of a Mom

Daradie:  I want three cars when I grow up.
Me:  Three?  Why?
Daradie:  Well, my husband is going to drive a pick up, I'm going to drive a convertible and when I take the kids, I'll drive the Jeep.

* Which makes me reflect back on a comment when she was four years old about marrying a man with hair on his face and driving a car with no roof.  She's at least consistent.

Dancing Fever

 

Daradie loves to dance!  She's fantastic at it.  This year she was even front and center at the spring performance of Alice in Wonderland as a dutchess attendant.  This upcoming year she was advanced again into Intermediate I.  Which means, and she's super excited about this because she's figured it out, that when she's 10 she'll be in the Beginning Pointe class.  But she can't wear toe shoes until 12 years old (strict rules about bone development on pointe).  She's excited to finally be advancing!  Her splits are amazing (and she even glides into them while wearing jeans.  Jealous.) and she's constantly stretching to see if she can get further into a pretzel.

Sunny Sundays

Why are Sundays called Sundays?  Because they are sunny and we get to play outside?  Exactly.

 Who wouldn't love to have a picnic lunch by a waterfall?  Enjoying a mouth full of grapes and turkey sandwiches with Cheetos?

 And then a stroll around the infamous Greenbelt on scooters and skateboards?  Feed the geese that love to be fed and quickly overtake your bag of bread along with your fingers and toes?

And love the fact that now kiddos are old enough to take a picture that's focused and pretty darn good.  A monumental time in a family:  the mother and father are now able to be pictured during vacations and outings instead of just one of us with the kiddos...or the two of us with a partial head.  Yeah!