My Posse

So the camera is really dead now. And I am not technie enough yet to figure out how to upload my pictures from my camera (or even really if I would be downloading them??). Which leaves us with, or really you, with only one new picture- a huge giant banner picture of my family. Just what you were hoping for!

I was even going to upload/download (choose the appropriate word) new video, but I could not find the video camera. I couldn't ask my family though, because I had a sneaking suspicion that it was really lost. After a week of holding my breath, the rec center called my husband saying they found it. Lucky they found it, but I was embarassed, I wish they would have called me!

The last month was a blur, but the thought that stands out is how different I thought parenting would be than it actually is. Long ago, I imagined reading to my kids (I always imagined boys), and playing Clue with them, Rob playing soccer with them, taking them on trips, and because they were boys, they would mow the lawn. I figured I would have to take my kids in for stitches and casts, but never MRIs or endoscopes. And I hadn't planned on girls.

Instead of washing soccer uniforms, I do two loads of pink laundry a week. Instead of scrubbing grass stains out of jerseys, I glue crystals to costumes. I flat iron hair at breakfast. And while we have made hundreds of trips to the doctor, there have been no stitches and no casts.

I at least read to my kids, but I only have one left who doesn't read on her own. In my imagination, we happily read at bedtime, which we do, except it is always past bedtime, and we are engaged in full scale negiotiations.
Me- "We can read two books."
K- "No, I need three books."
Me- "How about two books and a song?"
K-"Hmmm, two books and two songs- in the rocking chair."
Me- "We'll do two books, and one song in the rocking chair, but you have to be glued to your bed for the rest of the night. Deal?"
K- "Deal. I just need some graham crackers."
Oh my! On it goes. The whole bedtime process is not always the Hallmark cuddly moment as much as it is training for my youngest to practice corporate law.

Well trips then, certainly we have those. Sortof, they always seem to involve our extended family (who we love!) but I have yet to take my kids on a real family vacation, National Lampoon's style.

And Clue... we don't even own it. I gave up after Candyland nearly turned into a brawl... maybe when they are older... and then there is mowing the lawn. Well, my only child old enough has a severe allergy to grass.

But my girls are fantastic at planting flowers and telling me if my shoes match my outfit. They also notice when I get my hair cut, or wear a new shirt. They watched Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with me (the PG one) and are the best shopping buddies I have ever had. They want to help cook, and make cards for me on my birthday. Once I was at a store with my three girls and the clerk, who was pregnant with her second said, "oh I hope this baby is a girl so I can have my own posse too!" My posse, my entourage, they make me feel like a rock star. Too bad paparazzi don't mow lawns.