Last year it was mohawks and tie dyes. I'm comfortable with that. Give me a piercing, a tattoo, a mohawk, any kooky thing seems normal to me. What does not seem normal is for my nine year old son who has always been known as my sweet and precious angel to be so irritable. I bought him a really nice shirt. He hates it. Not only does he hate it, he storms off telling me I'm making it go from, "bad to worse." I tell him to wear whatever he wants, just put a smile on his face. God! Then my little bright light of a daughter (who is not moody for some reason-I know why, I just can't tell) comes bouncing down in the cutest dress with her heels in her hand all ready to go. My ying and yang. They switch rolls all the time. It seems when one is pissy the other stands up for me. The beauty of two I guess. So tonight I am so very thankful for Saige, with her big smile, her freshly washed hair, her sweet little dress and her calming voice. Thanks baby.
I like this cause Mickey is sticking out his tongue. I think it's funny. It's much better than the gagging noise's he is making now. I think my little kitten has a fur ball. :)