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I know I put the blog up for sale last week, but that didn’t mean I was never gonna blog again.  ;-)  I’ve just been a busy little beaver as usual.  I’m finally able to come up for a little air.  So, yes, for the record, even though the blog is for sale I will continue working on my blog and my plan is to make some aesthetic changes to the site soon, so long as I own it and all.

ANYhoo….Aryanna graduated May 29th from Pre-k.  How cute are Pre-k graduations?? Too cute with all the mess ups and all the behaviors kids do, even though they are in front of a room full of parents, but seem to act as if no one is looking.  Man, this is great entertainment.

I had great seats for her graduation - right up front.  So no heads or hands in my pictures of her.  I would post a bunch of pictures here, but there are a lot of other kids and teachers in there and let’s face it, not everyone wants themselves plastered all over the internet.  I did get a few that had only us and I cropped one picture of Aryanna after she got her diploma.

I will say while it was fun hearing them singing and showcasing all the things they learned over the course of the year, I was a little disappointed they didn’t wear graduation cap and gowns.  They, instead, opted to have us provide white tees that the kids decorated with some iron ons of the school’s name.  Then the kids were supposed to wear either denim or khaki bottoms.  Maybe they were on a budget, I don’t know.  It was cute nonetheless!

I know you want to know if I cried.  Surprisingly I didn’t.  I teared up a little bit as she walked out and waved to us so proudly, but I held it together and didn’t ball like I did at Jordyn’s Pre-k graduation.  I think I didn’t cry as much b/c I was going into the unknown when Jordyn was entering school.  Obviously he survived.  I know if he made it ok, so will she.

Here are some of the pictures:

I might get some hate mail for this move.  Aryanna’s hair was almost down to her butt in the back.  A little over a year ago she said she wanted to grow her hair, in her words, “super-duper-luper long”.  Well, how can I argue with that want?  I, myself have mainly had such super-duper-luper long hair throughout my 32 years of life.  On occasion I have completely re-done my look and did something completely opposite of whatever I had at the time.

For months Aryanna has been saying that she wants to cut her hair.  I brushed the notion off at first, but then she kept asking and asking.  Recently, she’s mentioned it once a day, at the very least.  I figured she must really want to do this.  So off to the salon we went yesterday, much to her delight of course.

I love the new look, but I have to say it kind of took that baby look away from her.  She looks a little older now and we ALL know she doesn’t need help growing up any faster than she already is trying to.  They cut off so much that we are donating the hair to locks of love.  Yep, she cut that much off!  I have to say I love it personally.  This is her personality….long and drab is not her…short, fun and bubbly is her to a tee.

Here’s the before and after shots!

I love my children, but sometimes I just don’t understand how they think.  This is especially true for Aryanna.  She is one sharp tack.

Last night Jordyn invited her to have a camp-out in his room which only means she gets to sleep on the floor in her sleeping bag while he sleeps in his bed.  Why this appeals to her, I’ll never know.  Anyway, she was excited and talked about it for hours because even though Jordyn gives her a hard time most days, she loves him.  Since it’s the end of the school year, I decided to let this fly on a school night.  However, being experienced in the department of being a “sleep over hostess” I knew what was coming - lots of talking, fooling around, me going in and out, her coming in and out to tell and so much more.  Armed with this experience I advised both of them that they were only going to have 2 chances and if I had to come in more times than that, their party would be over.

Of course I was right.  They were fooling around and she got up and left the room to tell on him a couple times.  I also had to go in there a few times, so that means I even gave them an extra chance or two or three.  The last straw was when she came out to tell on him for throwing his teddy bear at her.  Here’s how the rest went down…

Me:  “That’s it.  I’m sorry.  I told you I would give you 2 chances and you’ve had more than that and now you have to sleep in your bed.”

In the most drama I have seen since being a faithful watcher of Days of Our Lives for years, she FLIPPED out yelling, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!  I fuh-got I only had a couple chances! I fuh-got! I fuh-got!” and then the child lunged her body through the air onto her sleeping bag and pillow.  I suppose she thought I couldn’t pick the stuff up with her on it.  Of course I swiped the sleeping bag from under her.  I had to pry the pillow from her clutches.  All the while Jordyn is trying to hold in his laughter at this crazy scene which in turn causes me to burst out hysterically laughing at all of the silliness happening.

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We went to a pool party Saturday. I’ve put some weight on since I’ve been in a bathing suit last. After I put my suit on Aryanna comes in the bathroom and says, “Aren’t you going to say how this makes you look fat?”

Me: “I’m sorry, what was that?”

A: “I said, aren’t you planning on saying how this makes you look fat? You know….how women do.”

I paused for a few seconds and smirked.

Me: “I didn’t plan on it.”

A: “Well you should.”

Me: “Ummmm, why? Does this make me look fat.”

A: “Okay…” she pauses and puts her hands up, palms facing me as if she were motioning me to stop, and continues, “I’m not saying this to hurt your feelings. I just want you to know that. But your belly…right here (she rubs my belly like she’s rubbing a Buddha belly statue) makes a big bump in this bathing suit a little. So it makes you look a little fat. But I’m not trying to hurt your feelings. I’m just letting you know how it looks.”

Me: “Well thanks for not hurting my feelings and being so nice about it.”

A: “No problem. I’m really not trying to hurt you, I’m trying to help you. You just might want to change.”

Me: “Well, I’m sorry but I don’t have another bathing suit.”

A: “You might want to buy one then. Just something you should think about.”

Me: “How old are you again?”

A: “Moooom…” she giggled, “You know I’m 5.”

Me: “OK. I was just checking.”

Funny thing is she was really trying to be sincere and not hurt my feelings. I guess I know who to go to when I want to know if I really do look fat in something.