Chris says he's "the mean daddy" who never has the kids run to him after they get in trouble. Well, yes - he is the "discipliner" of the house, but I like it that way.
(OF COURSE a mama doesn't want to punish her kids. I, however, do have a temper from time to time... )
But back to daddy...
So when either of the kids run to him with excitement, it truly melts his heart. He LOVES it.
So with Chris out of town this week in New York, they have been asking for him regularly. And today, when I picked up my sweet Brady, he looked at me and this is exactly how it went.
B: "Mommeeeeeeeeeee! You pick me up and not daddy?" (puzzled look on his face)
Me: "Hi Brady... yes, that's right. Daddy will be home tomorrow."
B: "Oh. Ok."
And when I looked at his behavior sheet for today, the notes from the afternoon teacher said... "Cried for daddy." When I asked her what happened, she told me that when he woke up from his nap, he cried wanting his daddy.
Okay, see Chris? Your son ADORES you..... always. :)
I still don't think "ecstatic" is a strong enough word. We haven't lived in the same town since 1995, which was my last year of high school. We just missed each other during our days at Tech. And then we both began a moving extravaganza that took me to Maine, Boston, and Dallas and Tracy to Texarkana, and several cities in Arkansas.
Now, my sweet baby sister is home. And that means lots of snuggles for my sweet nieces....
....including slobbery kisses with Catherine....
...and play dates with Lauren.
My sister, brother, and I didn't grow up around cousins. My mom is an only child and all daddy's family was in Florida.
So I am so happy to see that we are (almost) all in Shreveport again. Tim, who just started grad school this year at Ole Miss, won't be home for a while.....if ever. But maybe in a few years, after he's married and has a kid or two -- the big sisters can start our persuasion campaign. :)
To say that I'm a proud mama hen would be an understatement. My brave daughter decided she wanted to audition for the "Nutcracker." We heard the Moscow Ballet was coming to perform the ballet and allowing local ballerinas to audition for the cast.
Kennedy and I watched a few clips online and I gave her the option to audition. She jumped at the chance. I wanted to make sure she knew that not everyone would be cast... and that it's not like recital. Dancers would be asked to perform for the Russian ballerina and our dance studio owner and (according to the studio manager) selected based on their performance, height, hair color, etc. Sounds BRUTAL for a 7-year-old, but she understood the process and seemed ok with it. Even hopped out of the car once we got there and shouted, "LET'S DO THIS!"
She got her number, I signed the release, and as her fellow dancers filed in -- the nerves set in. ((I was nervous hours before we got there)). She had a panicked look on her face and said, "Mom - what if I don't make it?" My heart melted.
I wasn't sure what to say. I wanted to reassure her. I wanted her to feel confident but not cocky. I wanted her to have fun but also try hard. I wanted to tell her that there will be lots of times when she'll be disappointed in her life, but we gotta press on.
Instead I held her sweet cheeks in my hands, looked in her eyes and told I loved her no matter what.
She stood up, walked into her audition and an hour and half later -- she emerged with a HUGE smile on her face. She was cast as an angel.
No matter if she was cast or not, I'm proud of her for auditioning! It was a very gutsy move for my sweet second grader. She amazes me more and more every day.