I worry when Wayne disciplines Alise. Not that I don’t want him disciplining her, because I do, and frankly, I wish he did more of it. But what I am trying to say is that he always tells her, “Quit crying or stop crying” (rather harshly) and it just seems to be the way he says it because I worry that Alise will grow up thinking that she can never cry or that it’s a bad thing to cry. Now, this is coming from her mother, who cries at EVERYTHING!! And it looks like for right now, Alise has inherited that trait, but I don’t want her to grow up thinking that it is a bad thing to cry because it’s not. I love it when Wayne asks her, “Do you hear me? Say “yes sir”!” and she says “Yes, sir” with her lips poked out. It kills me!
I heard on the radio this morning that our local Girl Scouts is having a free shin-dig at the zoo tomorrow. Miss Louisiana is suppose to be there and I thought about taking Alise. She would love to see her crown…I know she would think that she was Cinderella or one of the other princesses. It just wasn’t in my plan to spend two to three hours at the zoo and I really wanted to take her for the Celtic Festival in a few weeks when it is at the zoo. I think the weather is suppose to be nice tomorrow. I don’t know. Wayne and I will talk about it and decide. I have also noticed that the Civic Center is getting out the ticket booths for the fair. It should be here in a few weeks. Tiffany and I have talked about taking Addison and Alise together.
Alise wore her Alabama cheerleader outfit to school again today. It is becoming a “Friday ritual” at our house. Our newest thing this week at school is when I drop Alise off in the mornings and kiss her good-bye, I tell her to go stand by the window and wave bye to me. Her room has got a huge picture window that the kids love to look out of – mostly in the afternoons to see their parents pick them up – because it looks out to the parking lot and to the passing cars, dog walkers, joggers, etc. So for about the last three mornings, Alise and I (mostly me) have looked retarded blowing and catching kisses to each other! This morning it took me a while to get her attention because she was looking in another direction. I kept hollering at her, “Alise! Alise!” but she was blowing kisses to Ms. Mary – her old teacher – who was coming up behind me and I just couldn’t see her. I was extremely embarrassed, but Ms. Mary had a great laugh.
We did the Horton Family Night Ritual tonight. Wayne had been craving Mexican food all week, so we picked up Chic-fil-a for Alise and headed to El Chico's. Alise was good all night and I told her that we could go to Target and get a toy or she could have a cookie. She opted for the cookie, because she knew what it meant to "go to Target." The sugar must have went to her head because while Wayne was getting a haircut, we went to Payless Shoes and she wigged out....running up and down the aisles hiding from me screaming and shouting, "Surprise, Momma! I see you! Come find me Momma!" Ugh!! I don't know if I want to take her shoe shopping or not tomorrow!