Allison is always wanting to go shopping with me which is one of my fave activities. I think most of all she thinks I will always buy her anything she wants even though she knows her actions do not always earn it. Allison can be sweet, and just as fast become sassy. She can be deliriously happy and then in a blink-of-an-eye, she is rude and downright mean, especially to her little sis. With all her emotions, she is still just like I was at that age. And of course that means she is very special to me but probably for all the wrong reasons. Allison is slow to warm to people, hates trying new things that she is afraid of, but if she wants something (like to tie her shoes, learn to ride a bike or master the hula hoop) she will not give up until she gets it and I love her for that because that is the kind of person I strive to be and for all my trying never am. I am proud of her for finally taking her fist dance class. She has wanted to do it many times. She tried it last summer, cried hysterically, and the dance camp made me come and get her and told me not to bring her back. But she wanted to try again. She cried again when entering the class two days ago, but followed thru with the whole class. After it was over she said she had been a bit scared, but it was no biggie and why was she ever nervous. In her words, "it was fun mom and I want to keep coming." Whoo hoo. You go girl...
Genna is my little performer. She loves to sing and dance whenever possible. The other day at the mall play area she climbed up onto the tallest thing she could find and started singing and wiggling her hips, quite a cute sight actually. At the beginning of the month we gathered at my parents house for labor day dinner with the fam. Genna decided to grab a mike and start singing for everyone. Her songs of choice were one by Hannah Montana, "Nobody's Perfect" and "Had a bad day" by Daniel Powter. So the words in the first two lines of the chorus for bad day is "Because you had a bad day, You're taking one down." And Genna's version is "had a bad day, need a cinnabon now." The nobody's perfect chorus is "Nobody's perfect, I gotta work it, again and again 'til I get it right." Genna sings it like this "nobody's perfect, I think I'm allergic." Oh man, I may have a future diva on my hands...
This happened back in June. It is the last day of 1st grade for my son and typically on this day you spend the last hour or so with the teacher you will have in the fall. So Ian, my son, goes into the 2nd grade classroom and takes a seat. The teacher starts by introducing herself and says you can call me "Mrs. Z". She wants to do if anyone else has a nickname they would like to be known by. So Ian raises his hand and says "I would like to be called DJ!" I think I fell off my chair laughing when he told me this. Uh, Ian my love, (said while laughing) your name and the name DJ sound nothing alike (said with more laughter), neither name has anything to do with the other (can't control the laughing) and why would you say that (laughing so hard now tears are flowing). I think I will be laughing about this for a long time. He then tells me that it never really happened, lol. Ah, my son the comic...
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