In Which I do Not Even MENTION Feces...
I've been being a real mom today.
As opposed to the Mom Who Tries to Get Other Things Done. Consequently, I have gotten nothing done today and am dang tired.
But oh.
It was a fun day.
Ana had a friend over for most of the day but it seems as though JANE'S friends are all out of town on the last of the summer trips. And she's such a little social butterfly, she's been sort of lonely. She actually asked ME to play with her.
We played a lot of Balloon Lagoon. (Now there's a song that will be featured prominently on the sound track in Hell.)![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpAKQT3lXbfvcROy_mjwv3HxFCHOIBbSpDbd0S5TzCoIaZ0dd7GOBz7EHxqlQYgJaNs2n0Idy_-1iuZP-q556pQhoA5re-rYdV_VYSSJuexfsA8_svPLcF4Z6Rw0uksxnAkfc/s400/Being+Mom0007.JPG)
Both of my girls are so used to me whipping out a camera that they don't even flinch anymore. But that doesn't mean they actually... um, cooperate, either.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiISpKPF_NuAPbsX6qd6sQ7u25ZcZmpsmla8uAzceuJZbTgolaH7oReXVZ_01QOUaZEJQalm2yVA_m8RSZVHAiO9a0uY8eOnYvNMGFzCVoA7V1986L0nn8-9_V4Ecy0QgDMQ3/s400/Being+Mom0002.JPG)
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I took all the girls ice skating. AND, I remembered my camera, even though the pictures aren't great. I should Photoshop them a bit but I really am wiped out. Jane learned to go backward on skates. She's very proud of herself.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDZY8RyoVGdipnfvNtHDGm09y8aaZUEG9aIGMlWfZIu9p_YXFVUoQ8pD9Po6R2Dk9Gke45MW4nPKAc0YkG3NDvCneNXpIIt-kJUhWhT4CNO2YNADTzj0eB-lRIXssNkHzU3hF/s400/Being+Mom0046.JPG)
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Ana spent the time going between her friend and her sister, which was a nice big sister thing to do, actually.
She had a good time, I think.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPIFRsUga_pA3ygn8CUFxyMASzJcL5AX3IgtgMI6b8eJa2M4WcfIvz1huC-vIsyBIo5iirJ9_KN8pqL01o3WqkYtqbcnMceQjEf735LArIR_6lPup0xpz6NqVBfD4EesISVdI/s400/Being+Mom0049.JPG)
Doesn't Ana look so grown up these days?![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0xZuVnGfQHtqvPjqYYDf9S5UlHWV7nrE3gT963vVdmMJ_XwEA0Ixp2KBna-mJm65INXwQWSiNJQ4RwsVBjOEe5y-MafomJnpXXh_8lCt9RH_HdnINU-H33nOnEMXw5MfBTbu/s400/Being+Mom0053.JPG)
Jane and I also watched Elmo in Grouchland today. Both of my girls feel that movie is just WAY TOO SCARY, being as how it has to do with a LOST BLANKIE and all. But we toughed it out.
Quote of the Day:
Jane, trying to get me to cave on the issue of buying Bratz: "Mom, they have some Bratz that are SMILING."
Barb: "I don't care, Jane. I am not going to buy any Bratz dolls."
Jane: "Why noooottttt?"
Barb: "Because I don't need anything else in this house that can be called a 'brat.' they have bad attitudes and they make me crabby just looking at them. I don't think they are wholesome dolls for you to play with."
Jane: "Okay, but when you die I am going to buy a LOT of them."
Barb: "Fine with me. You can buy them when I'm dead."
Jane, reflectively (for her): "But Mom? I would miss you if you died."
Oh, I'm all warm and fuzzy.
As opposed to the Mom Who Tries to Get Other Things Done. Consequently, I have gotten nothing done today and am dang tired.
But oh.
It was a fun day.
Ana had a friend over for most of the day but it seems as though JANE'S friends are all out of town on the last of the summer trips. And she's such a little social butterfly, she's been sort of lonely. She actually asked ME to play with her.
We played a lot of Balloon Lagoon. (Now there's a song that will be featured prominently on the sound track in Hell.)
Both of my girls are so used to me whipping out a camera that they don't even flinch anymore. But that doesn't mean they actually... um, cooperate, either.
I took all the girls ice skating. AND, I remembered my camera, even though the pictures aren't great. I should Photoshop them a bit but I really am wiped out. Jane learned to go backward on skates. She's very proud of herself.
Ana spent the time going between her friend and her sister, which was a nice big sister thing to do, actually.
She had a good time, I think.
Doesn't Ana look so grown up these days?
Jane and I also watched Elmo in Grouchland today. Both of my girls feel that movie is just WAY TOO SCARY, being as how it has to do with a LOST BLANKIE and all. But we toughed it out.
Quote of the Day:
Jane, trying to get me to cave on the issue of buying Bratz: "Mom, they have some Bratz that are SMILING."
Barb: "I don't care, Jane. I am not going to buy any Bratz dolls."
Jane: "Why noooottttt?"
Barb: "Because I don't need anything else in this house that can be called a 'brat.' they have bad attitudes and they make me crabby just looking at them. I don't think they are wholesome dolls for you to play with."
Jane: "Okay, but when you die I am going to buy a LOT of them."
Barb: "Fine with me. You can buy them when I'm dead."
Jane, reflectively (for her): "But Mom? I would miss you if you died."
Oh, I'm all warm and fuzzy.
Comments
Okay, sorry, it's a pet peeve and it's always been a pet peeve. When I was in college, I ran a dance studio and I can remember having to absolutely put my foot down so that one of the instructors didn't costume her fifth-grade dancers in dog collars. Good GRIEF!
I can't believe my baby is going to be SEVEN in October. I guess you know that feeling even if he's not technically the BABY of the family...
And of course, I meant 6 year olds above. Bah... My brain loses itself now and then ;)
But yeah... they are so big. Jamie amazes me each and every day (and yes, he certainly is my baby - even if he hates it when I call him that!)