A new look for a new chapter

My adorable Little Princess is off to school...well pre-school anyways.

After months and months of debate and hesitation, I finally agreed to let her chop off her long hair. She hates it to be done, but I informed her that just because we cut it doesn't mean I'm not going to have to do. In fact, with short hair she'll have to let me blow dry it and straighten it. She said that was ok because she just wanted her hair short like mine.

It was Monday, the day before school would start so I took her out to get it cut...Salon's are closed on Mondays, beauty schools are closed on Mondays...finally we found a place that was open and would cut her hair. The lady left it a few inches longer than Little Princess and I had asked her to, but I figured it would be just fine...It was fun to see her love it and get so excited over her new look. I on the other hand wasn't so thrilled. Maybe it was the way the it was styled, but I hated it. I was close to crying about her new look, but realized that wouldn't be good for her self-esteem. I fought the tears back for days, actually probably an entire week.

Well the first day of school came. You know having had my child in Day Care for so long, I figured her going to PreSchool wouldn't be a big deal. She was beside herself with excitement. We waited in a very long line to get in the school; parents have to sign in and get a name tag before you are allowed through the doors to the school. The line was unusually long because on the first day of school they don't run the buses so everyone was there dropping their children off. As we were waiting in line a loud voice from behind me boomed "Oh my ___, these people are all such white trash and ghetto." Um excuse me?!!! Did you seriously just say that THAT loud?! I turned around to see who could be so uppity on themself and feel the need to degrade all those around her. Do you know what I saw? I'm going to be very rude her and normally I probably wouldn't have even thought anything of her, but she had to go and draw attention to herself that she was better than the rest of us...so, here I go (acting as badly as she did) she was White Trash!! I don't know if she owned a comb, but if she did she surely didn't know how to use it. She should really visit a dentist because I think she was missing half her teeth. Her clothing was dirty, very dirty and her child's was no better. Her mom was with her (looking just as lovely). The ignorance of some people just blows my mind! I'm not one who cares about outward appearances, other than my own so I really don't feel good about myself trash talking her, but I don't know what made her look at the rest of us in line and feel the urge to be so derogatory to us.

Once we were inside Little Princess informed me that I wouldn't need to help her because she knew how to do everything, like hang up her back pack and wash her hands...I stood there and watched her do her thing. It was so cute, but then I realized she was becoming so much more independent...what happens when she doesn't want my help with anything? I tried so hard to fight back my emotion, I tried to escape through the door before anyone noticed, but was stopped in my tracks by our family advocate (she makes sure all is well in the home, and offers all sorts of advice for us looking for jobs, parenting classes, finance classes, etc) She just had a few things to present to me about some classes. She must've noticed my emotion because she gave me a hug and assured me they would take special care of my little one. Funny thing about her is, she's half my size. She's a darling girl and so nice, but it just felt funny getting a hug and assurance from someone so tiny. I rushed out the door and to the car and just sat there. I let the tears roll. Then I wondered what the heck was going on? I've been through this with her enough that it should just be routine...





Little Princess informed me that the "cool' way to wear a back pack is only on one shoulder, and that really for her fashion she shouldn't have that kind of back pack, she needs the kind that slings over one shoulder, like the mail carrier bags. LOL, seriously? How do you know this, you're only 4?!

Flash back in time

My friend Maria invited me to go to a friend of her's party. They throw parties quite frequent from what I'd heard and often do a theme. The theme for this party was the good ole '80's. It was such a blast. Everyone was totally dressed up!! I love when people are sports and not party poopers. Lover Boy just laughed as I was getting dressed and doing my hair, which by the way I had one heck of time, I tried to make the wings and the big poofy bangs, used half a can of aerosol hairspray had the blowdryer going for at least 20 minutes, and still didn't work!! But anyways Lover Boy asked what I'd do if it were just a joke, and that no one else dressed up...I thought for a half a second and then decided that it wouldn't matter at least I did my part. Walking up to the door, I quickly realized that would definately NOT be the case. There were some amazing costumes. They decorated the entire house in Michael Jackson posters and other 80's icons. 80's music (which is my fave) blasted from the stereo. Needless to say, I had a great night!!

Little Man's first date with the buzzer

Little Man's hair has grown and was just getting so long. We decided that it'd be cute if we butched it so that we could spike it on him. Butched it is an understatement of what happened. The comb on the buzzers was too small...his hair was all gone. He hated it, Mommy hated it. Daddy did a good job considering Little Man just wouldn't hold still for half a second though. After we got him all bathed and some product in his hair, the cut worked. We took off at least one inch. He looked so cute; however I think we might wait a while before attempting that again.

Big Eyes

My beautiful little Man has the biggest Blue eyes. I love them. And to go along with beautiful eyes, he got some amazingly long and curly eyelashes. Why is it that boys always seem to get such incredibly eyes and lashes?

I'm not sure what these pictures were for. All that I have is the date on them...but if I remember correctly we were going swimming at Aunt Darinda's. Well you know what that is wrong, we went swimming there the week after...hmm...

Oh well, just enjoying my rapidly growing baby with gorgeous eyes.:)

A weekend at the Lake

My friends and I had been trying to arrange a fun camping trip for quite some time now. We all have such different lives and schedules that it was much more difficult to plan something than we had thought. One weekend we just planned it though, we were going to head up to Bear Lake, if you weren't able to make it then sorry maybe somet. Fortunately Lover Boy, Little Princess, and I were able to. We are so lucky to have friends who don't mind (and truth be told I think they prefer it) when we bring the kiddos along. We left little Man with my parents because I'm just the trooper mom who knows how to camp with little babes.

I rode up with Sergei, which turned out to be a nice drive with great conversation. Lover Boy, Little Princess, Maria and Steph all rode in the other vehicle. They didn't have as peaceful a ride. Little Princess played "I spy" with all of them the entire way. LOL, what fun!

Right after we arrived at the destination, Dana and Emily stopped by for a little bit. They were going to stay the night at Dana's Families cabin not too far away because they aren't big on camping. It was fun to have them there for a little bit with us.:)

As we were setting up camp, the unavoidable happened...Steph and Maria were trying to set up their tent that was borrowed from our friend, but it had no poles!! We thought of all sorts of different ways we could jimmy rig it; but since town wasn't too far away we ventured to the store for poles. A new tent would be more cost efficient than poles.

Little Princess was just beside herself with excitement to sleep in a tent that she kept asking if it was bed time. Finally I told her that in fact it was time for her to go to bed, and off she went. Simple as that.

The rest of us had a blast laughing around the camp fire. We also attempted a late night swim, but I tell you what, that water was freezing!!! The ground was rocky and it totally was NOT worth it, but it was fun still.

We played at the beach (in still freezing water); I burned the corn on the cob; fought with a mouse that was much too near my tent (it was under my tent)...let me expand on that because it was so funny. Steph was in her tent napping, Maria and I are screaming and pointing (near the point of hyperventilating), Lover Boy and Sergei are laughing and running towards the little creature, and poor little princess was confused with all the ruckus. The mouse ran right under my tent, Lover Boy was able to push it out and Sergei was there waiting for it...The little mouse thought he was all big and bad and could take on Sergei. It was just as hilarious as it was disgusting to watch this tiny thing jump at Sergei's foot. While it jumped it squeeked. It was so funny. Fortunately we didn't see it again; I would've freaked!!

Mom, it's FREEZING!!

Yep, I'm still cold....

Kissing by the Campfire, so romantic

This was so hilarious. Maria got her shirt tangled in her bathing suit. LOL