Oct 4, 2007

Growing, growing, gone...

I can't believe another year has gone by, and my baby girls are a year older. It seems like that first year went by so slowly, then from then on...WHOOSH!! I know I'm usually a sarcastic bitch, but on a serious note--I am so proud and honored to be thier mommy. [Can I hear a collective "awwwww!"] Now, back to our scheduled programming:

Oh, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna. There are no words to describe you. Well, no words that are probably not offensive to someone's ears. Just kidding. You are a MAJOR shit. THAT, i'm not kidding about. Girl, you have the attitude of a sixteen-year old. If you could spend all day trying to negate me, you would. You are strong-willed, and as stubborn as they come... Child, you are absolutely SENSATIONAL!! I love it. I'm so glad you're not a wuss. Argue with me, baby. Try to get your point across. I'll listen, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm going to win. I'm the mommy. I win. Game over. But really, don't whine. THAT is really annoying, and I can't stand it. You say you're going to be a zooligist/rockstar when you grow up. I think you're going to be a lawyer. You're doing well in school, with the exception of the small incident last week where you smacked someone upside the head. Yes, she DID hit you first, but hitting at school is not allowed; hence, your birthday pony from Build-a-Bear will remain on top of the bookshelf until tomorrow night. Repurcussions suck, yes? It's much better to be the teacher's favorite than to be the trouble-maker. Ask your dad--he was the trouble-maker. You are, however, bored out of your skull, so I'm supplementing with materials I'm pulling off of an education site. You're doing so well. You're such a little smarty-pants.

You've had an interesting year, pooh. Losing teeth, moving to a new house, starting school. You've handled it all so well. I am so very proud of you. You want to be a "big" girl so badly. Take your time, baby--it will be here before you know it. And I don't care how big you are--I'm still going to pull you onto my lap and snuggle you. My precious pumpkin!

I'm wondering if I should just type this in 'whine-ese', because seriously child, that is all you do: WHINE. I thought it would go away when you turned 4, but here we are, 3 weeks out, and the whine-fest continues. It's a good thing you're the cutest 4-year old in the world, or you'd be outta here. The pouty lip, those huge green eyes...look! Mommy's in a puddle on the floor. Cutie pie.

You, too, have had a big year. You had a lot of trouble with your sister going off to school. Every morning for the first two weeks, you'd cry as soon as the bus picked her up. "My want my sister!" you'd sputter, which left me wondering, "Why? You just spent the last 20 minutes of this morning fighting with her." You moved on with that change as soon as you realized that once she was on the bus and around the corner, you could go in her room, try on her shoes, play with her toys, and pretend you were the queen of it all. But I digress.

You've grown from a tiny little toddler into a tiny little girl. You don't grow much. You're standing at a whopping 3'2" tall. BARELY. The good news is you finally hit 30lbs, so you can now sit in a booster seat. Wow, was THAT a big day for you. You're such a silly girl--you keep all of us laughing. You are such a tomboy, but you MUST wear dresses, and you love Disney Princesses. You have a pink princess room, per your request, and you love it. You tell me all the time, "Mommy, my love my princess room. It's so pretty." You are full of spunk and character--the world is a better place because you're in it.

Jenna and Claire---you are my heart. I love you so very, very much!

Link to their birthday video: http://www.onetruemedia.com/my_shared?z=77274868399219a7d1174&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url

1 comment:

Manic Mom said...

You know, words are better sometimes than a picture... they'll so appreciate your thoughts!!

(I sometimes copy and paste my blog posts into a word doc in case the WWW blows up someday!