Daddy Daughter Dance

A couple of weeks ago, Sheldon took Taylor and Sydney to their school's Daddy Daughter Dance/Luau. Remembering Taylor's 1st grade daddy daughter dance and some crazy moves he never knew she had, Sheldon usually tries to bribe Taylor with going somewhere else...anywhere else.

However, this was the first year that Sydney was in school and eligible to go to the dance. Sheldon tried to talk her into ice cream, restaurants, whatever, but she was going to that Luau with him no matter what. So Taylor and Sydney went to their Luau and sometimes fought over who got to dance with dad (just like Sheldon's high school days with girls fighting over him :)They all had a great evening together and ended up getting to go to the Outback Steakhouse afterwards (Dad's reward).

Mu- shun...magic-shun...zishon....

Last week Syd's Kindergarten teacher sent home a note asking parents to help their kids memorize their parts for their upcoming graduation. In class, each child was asked what they wanted to be when they grow up and then they were given a little poem to recite at their graduation that told about their chosen profession. Sydney's paper read:

"I want to be a musician
Playing in the band.
When I'm done performing,
the audience will clap and stand."

Musician????

Jen: "Syd, do you want to be a musician?"

Syd: "No, what's a zishon?"

Jen: "It's what you told your teacher you want to be when you grow up."

Syd: "No, I didn't! I told her I want to be a rock star, not a magic-shon!"


After many failed attempts to say "musician", her teacher changed it back to Rock Star for the program. I was surprised to see some real professions chosen by the children and not Darth Vader, Spider Man and Cinderella. However, I can't say I was surprised by Sydney wanting to be a rock star with "Jenny Kravitz" as her mom and "Van Sheldon" as her dad. It was the obvious choice. :)

Wimp

When did I become such a wimp?

I remember as a child jetting into the frigid ocean waves, splashing in the cold (& nasty, might I add) running ditch water in front of my house, and striking the most perfect cannonballs into swimming pools without first checking the temperature with my toes.

These days, I first check the water with my feet, look at the little ducky pool thermometer while muttering how freaking cold the water is, and then sit on the side of the pool threatening Sheldon's life if he pushes me in. Eventually, I move down the pool stairs in 10 min increments and then tip toe aroundn in the shallow end, again complaining how cold it is. I know, what a wimp! However, no matter how wimpy I may be in my old age, I refuse to turn on the heat. I will just have to suck it up and start brushing up on my canonball skills.

Making lemonade

"When life throws you lemons, make lemonade." Or just consume an obscene amount of Dr. Pepper and chocolate. That is how I roll.

I don't want to recap our move because I'm mentally blocking it out. ;) I rubbed off half of my eyebrow during our last move if that is any indication of how much I HATE moving. (such a freak) Anyway, I plan on trying to update our blog more often now that life isn't as hairy.

Here are some pics from events that I didn't get a chance to post about these past few months:

Meeting my beautiful niece, Leila!

Swimming in our freezing new pool with Madison before her big move to Florida! :(

Getting misty eyed at my brother's law school graduation!

Finishing another season with the Honeybee soccer champions!