Mamas, don't let your babies grow up...

To make room for the latest arrival of Transformers and Princess gear, I'm cleaning out the baby toys from the game room. It's so sad to let all these cute baby blocks and shapes go. My babies aren't so baby-ish anymore. They are wanting to wear dresses and tiaras, and are making gunship noises while pretending to save the galaxy.

I think I've found a good home for the toys... they'll get to be loved all over again (and chewed on and banged on the floor).

Will did have a brief teary-eyed moment when he saw them all packed up, but he appears to be over that now.

They grow up fast. Snuggle with them every moment you can.

At the ballet

It's a girls day out at the Nutcracker Houston Ballet!

Olivia and Annie are beautiful Sugar Plum Fairies!

Lights in the Heights

I find myself compensating for forgoing our annual shindig this year by adding more and more lights to the front of the house. Must be withdrawal symptoms or avoided traumatic stress disorder (ATSD). I feel guilty that I'm not running around the house like a mad woman in my apron.

Okay - I'm over it now. Thanks for listening.

Have a happy merry time tonight wandering through the 'hood enjoying the entertainment and lights.

www.woodland-heights.org/lightsintheheights.htm

Ants in your pants

I'm sitting at gymnastics watching my "advanced" four year old tumble around. I'm minding my own business (shocked, I know), playing Sudoku on my iPhone.

Enter the soccer mom next to me. I classify her as that because she is dressed as so and for no other reason - workout leggings and polyester jacket with her New Balance shoes.

This grown woman cannot sit still. I mean, she is sitting in one place, but she keeps moving around like she's about to have a bladder problem really soon. It's starting to wear on me. Is it appropriate for me to ask her to stop fidgeting? Or if I can point her towards the ladies room? To top it off, she has a cold and her nose is running. What I mean to say is, she is sniffling like my children do when no one regularly asks them to blow their nose... every 4 seconds. Now THAT is really starting to wear on me. Blow your nose already!

I'm sure her child is also "advanced" but I'm not asking because I can't handle the sniffling, sneezing, can't sit still ants in my workout pants going on. I guess I'm not as social as I thought.