Rocky did just fine, probably because she inherited her skills from her old mom, not to mention this kicking sarong. I think she excelled because she took it so seriously. The other kids were picking their noses and giggling and stuff, by my little Lilo had her game face on the whole time. I finally got to meet Arlo, Ayla, Kaleia, Leila and Jaxon. I also found out that there is a kid in Rocky's class named Marley McNutt which immediately turned both Brandon and me into second graders who can't stop giggling. Rocky told me that we shouldn't laugh because Marley is a "really nice girl." This just goes to show that my kindergartener is more mature than her parents.
I didn't get a photo but both Rocky and Daisy have caught the Olympic bug. Between the three of us we invented a new sport, competitive ice dancing cleaning. You lose points for just standing around but can score major bonuses for artistic dance-cleaning moves. As you can see we had to just pretend that there was ice, but in case you were wondering, the cleaning part was legit, and also coincidentally, my idea.
I have noticed that there are about a million pictures of Rosy in her high chair. I am convinced that it is because the only time she will sit still is when she is strapped in. Otherwise the pictures just look like the back of her head as she runs away.
For one night Rocky let us turn off her Pandora station so we could listen to Italian music. (She switches between Bruno Mars and One Direction, much to the disdain of her dad. Her favorite song is "Treasure" and if she is awake she thinks that Pandora needs to be playing. Daisy is a little more picky about her music. The other day on the way to school Katy Perry's Roar came on the radio and she said, "Rocky really likes this song but I think it is crappy." In that moment I wished that the whole world could hear her little voice say the word crappy. And speaking of her little voice that reminds me of the thing that makes my girls laugh harder than I even thought possible. Rocky will try to get Daisy to say the word, octubre (October in Spanish). Daisy can't say it right and kind of sounds like she is doing an impression of Dracula. Octoblegh. Rocky will tell her how to say it right and then Daisy will say it wrong and they will laugh hysterically, then Rocky will say it again and Daisy will say it wrong again and they will laugh again. It has kind of become a regular part of our daily routine.)
This photo lives to prove how Rosy really earned her new nickname, Marley McNutt.
Nobody believes me because when we walk out the door she becomes this miniature doll that sits stone-faced observing the room. But, within these walls, she becomes a wild animal.
|The Baby Dragon and her keepers|
|Don't Believe What You See|
When did I completely lose it as a mother?
By the end their were two firemen, a cop and the supervisor of the program crawling around in the back seat of the van trying to fix things up. Of course once they were unstrapped all three of the girls were jumping around in the front seats, Rosy was pushing all the buttons and the windows were going up and down and they were all trying to talk to me at the same time.
It was total chaos.
When I pulled out the scene in the back of the van looked much like it did when we had arrived but this time the girls were legitimately safe. I wanted to feel embarrassed but I really just felt relieved and I laughed the whole way home. I never thought I would be that lady but it happened. Maybe I will have it together again one day when my kids aren't so small but then again, maybe I never had it together in the first place. At least now I have three little someones to blame it on.
Rosy said her first word. Bush baby. Jill gave her this stuffed animal for Christmas and now it has forever cemented its place in Rigby history.