My daughter called me a “Homey” this morning!
And for the life of me, I was so shocked by her outburst that I don’t even remember how it happened! All I remember is that she was sitting on the side of our bed, I was putting her socks on, and then Alise said something under her breath, looked at me and said, “Homey!”
Whell!! This southern-belle-wooden-spoon-packin’ moma nipped that in the bud REAL quick! I told her that she doesn’t talk to me like that! “I am your mother, “I reminder her, “and we don’t say words like, “Homey!”
Baby Girl is like her mother in a lot of ways, but saying, “Homey,” isn’t one of them. However, some days she prefers to wear her heart on her sleeve. Having said that, her bottom lip poked out and began to quiver and I could see the tears welling. I thought, “I do not need a meltdown this morning!” So, I gave her a hug, wiped away her tears and gave her a kiss on the cheek. It was enough this morning (thank goodness!). She apologized and off to school we went.
Alise is having a very hard time dealing with the fact that she’s not yet four. She thinks because she had her party this past weekend that she is – in all respects – the big four. After all, she had a “four” candle on her cake (As a matter of fact, this wasn’t on the video, but she demanded that I go get the candle and put it on her cake. All I had on her cake before we shot the video were the four pink candles). I think she thinks that I am really trying to confuse her, but I want her to understand that her “real” birthday will be when we go to Disney. She gets so upset about it. I’m talking tears and hollering back at me, “I am, too, four!!” So when she asks me now, I just agree with her, “YES! Alise! You are four!” It makes her happy because now she is the same age as Allie, her best friend. What evah!
Someone send for the police!! The birthday cake is missing! Ha! Well, that’s because I’ve been grazing on it all week!! I felt so guilty for eating a piece Monday night that I actually went and walked around our neighborhood for thirty minutes – and it wasn’t even my usual day to walk!! That is pure guilt, let me tell ya! So, yeah! I’ve had a piece every night since Saturday. And last night, look what went out with the rest of the leftover birthday trash…..
Yep! That's the cake box on top of the purple bag. Someone’s gonna hafta roll me to the curb tomorrow when I jump on the scales and see all that cake has gone straight back to my hips!