“If you have swagger, it means you have confidence,” I replied.
“Oh, I get it! Maddie totally has swagger.”
Why yes, yes she does.
*As an aside, I was curious and looked up the actual definition. Which is a slightly more negative way of saying what I said.
Last week, I had my parent/teacher conference with Madeline’s teacher. When she said, “Madeline is very mature…,” I laughed to myself.
Because the night before, she was taking a bath, and I left her for a moment to grab her pajamas and heard her say, “Um, guys, I need help.”
She had been “pretend shaving” and dropped the razor onto the floor.
(The razor still had the plastic cover on it, hence the ‘pretend,’ but was apparently not as out-of-reach as I thought.)
She is forever my four-year-old going on 16. She has never seen me, not once, shave my legs. But knew exactly what to do.
When I was in 8th grade, and still naive to the whole shaving thing, a grade school classmate, Maribeth, who basically spent her days making mine miserable, taunted me about shaving. Or not shaving as the case may be. It was something that my Mom hadn’t yet covered with me, and although I didn’t always ask for permission to do things, I just hadn’t ventured into that territory on my own.
So after school that day, my best friend, Lauren, took me under her wing and I started shaving my legs. And Maribeth had to find another topic to tease me about.
Madeline is light years ahead of me it seems.
Luckily she really *was* just pretending, very clearly going through the motions and protecting her little legs. And the razor has, of course, been relocated.
She is so determined to be older. She “texts” her friends on her plastic pink princess phone. She plays with her “iPad,” which she has fashioned from a small notebook where she has drawn buttons and icons. The age-old quandary of kids wanting to grow up before their time, or keep up with older siblings is, of course, nothing new.
While it is all 90 levels of awesome cuteness, I so just want to keep her little. And enjoy this moment, each one, as much as possible. I’m not ready to have her grow up. Or be anything older than 4-3/4 years old right now. When she asks to be picked up, even though she’s over 40 lbs, I do it if I can, because I know there’s not much time left that I will be able to pick her up. Or that she’ll ask or want me to. When she asks to snuggle with me, we do. When she asks to sit on my lap, I let her more often than not. Because I know soon she’ll be too big for that. Or won’t want to anymore.
Now where is that time-freezing invention when we need it? Because time is moving way too fast. I’m not ready for a leg-shaving daughter yet.
But thankfully, if she encounters her very own Maribeth in 8th grade, Madeline will be quite ready for her. And knowing Madeline’s personality the way that I do, the Maribeths of the world won’t even be a blip on her radar. They don’t stand a chance.
And I do so love that.
Tonight, the kids and I watched the last thirty minutes of last night’s American Music Awards. The last 30 because I completely forgot it was on when I went to record something else.
“Mom, is Justin Bieber going to be on it?”
Well, he’s there, but I’m not sure if we missed him.
Luckily, we managed to catch him accepting an “entertainer of the year” award. I love that he brought his mom on stage with him.
“Mom, does Justin Bieber have a girlfriend?”
He was dating Selena Gomez, but they broke up.
“Oh that’s awesome!! Now YOU can date him.”
All during his acceptance speech, she was whispering, “I love Justin Bieber. I love Justin Bieber.” And making the heart shape with her hands.
And so it goes.
I put a few of these on Instagram, but had a few that I didn’t, so thought I’d share them here tonight.
I made the mistake of going to Wal-Mart today. Mostly because it’s the closest place that sells fabric. And that was about an hour of our lives that we’ll never get back. I told Nick as we were leaving to remind me how much I hate that store next time I mention going.
I really love that mini heart fabric, naturally, but don’t have a project for it yet. I was closerthanthis to buying it just to have on hand, because I know I’ll regret leaving it there, but I restrained myself.
This weekend, a friend was saying that her husband wanted to get a “good” camera, but was lamenting the one thousand dollar price tag. I maintain, as many others do, that it’s not the camera that’s completely responsible for taking good photos. Just like having a top-of-the-line stove doesn’t mean you can cook any better. I have sold pictures to San Pellegrino and a pub in England, pictures that were taken with a $100 point-and-shoot. That sunset over the lake picture right above? Straight out of an iPhone 4S, completely unedited.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a Justin Beiber poster to help Santa shop for …