and chips and salsa. and a margarita. i'm not that lame. geez.
i'm going to throw things back to my first born. this week i had to send in a "younger" picture of this chick for her 8th grade slideshow. 8th grade. that means high school is around the corner.
high school. like driving. and drama. and prom. and graduation.
someone made the comment recently that we only have 4 more christmases with the girls before they leave. i know high school is 4 years, but 4 christmases sounds so... tragic.
i'm going to be sick.
how can this kid be old enough for high school? wasn't this yesterday? she was so little. i was also little. okay, smaller. i was smaller.
she hadn't even started kindergarten. it felt like i'd already had her forever, and she was only 4.
that seems like a million years ago. and yesterday.
how can she start high school if she literally JUST had her first day of 2nd grade?
and picked out that horrible outfit all by herself. i had to iron the collar.
i don't iron.
and she's wearing crocs, but i cropped those out of the picture. because i'm a good mom, and she'll thank me someday.
i know people always say "it goes by so fast" and "you'll blink and they're grown up" and all that stupid cliche crap. i never bought into to any of that.
it has gone by fast. too fast. but man, what a ride it's been.
we've played dress up.
okay, not always "dress up". sometimes we've played "mom is in a panic to finish these halloween costumes that she just started at o' dark thirty the night before. yeah yeah, i know it's not comfortable. just smile and pretend you're having fun".
but that's kind of like dress up in my book. she's a tomboy at heart anyway. at least i wanted her to be. because that's what i am.
she's a high maintenance princess.
but sometimes we played dress up down. i'm pretty sure this picture would trump the crocs i mentioned earlier in the hate department.
here's the thing, we lived on the 16th floor of a tiny apartment in nowhere, virginia. it was supposed to be for just 4 months. it turned into 8. creativity and excitement was worn thin by month 2.
and we had a cool new camera.
and a concrete balcony.
i'm pretty sure there's a special place in hell for parents like us.
these are the pictures i sent in for the slideshow.
they make me sad.
she's perfect.
she has always been perfect.
even if she drools a little while she's sleeping.
-stacy
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