Having her with me all of the time can be frustrating as she is in to everything I have. Plus, she's at the adorable age where words never cease flowing from her mouth and she hasn't quite mastered volume control. Never a moment to think or process anything before starting the day. It's chaos from moment one.
Recently I was getting ready for work as I grabbed a pair of my favorite Lucky jeans. She was rambling on and on and on about how Mr. Johnson- our neighbor that she is terrified of- is 'such a nice boy' and 'he is not scary. We like him.' as if trying to convince herself of those facts. Needing to say everything she thinks, and lacking the skill of tact at her young age she exclaims mid sentence and wide-eyed, "Mom, you did a plie! You are a ballerina too!"
Sweet, sweet girl. I'm not a ballerina. I'm just getting too fat for my pants. Even though I've gained a few pounds due to being a gimp after foot surgery, there's no excuse to not get rid of them. Otherwise I'll end up being the fattest professional fitness trainer around. Sick.
Peace out fatty. Jade, thanks for the kick in the pants.
