I want to be me.

My girl ended up loosing that wiggly tooth on Sunday while eating lunch.  She had tried to pull it out earlier in the morning, but it hurt 'too bad'.  While eating a ham sandwich, it fell right out into her hand.  Her new look is quite becoming.  :)

 

Ryan was away on a fishing trip from Friday morning thru Sunday.  He brought home lots of catfish fit for a yummy fish fry this summer.  While he was gone, the kids and I had a quite Friday evening at home.  These quite Friday evenings have been my favorite part of the weekends lately.  Saturday morning we headed out at 9:30 am for some shopping, TGIF lunch, gymnastics, a little girl's 6th birthday/magician party, McDs milkshakes, and grocery shopping. We finally made it home at 6:30 that evening, and we were all pooped.  The kids fell asleep on the couch, and I crawled into bed early. 

 

Sunday we welcomed Daddy home, I did a bunch of cleaning at the house, Ryan filleted catfish, and the kids enjoyed the 65 degree sunny temps outside.  The kids were so dirty, that by 5 pm they both were asking for baths. 

 

Ryan left town again on Monday for work in Jackson, Ga.  The kids and I kicked off a routine start to the week.  Both kids in school, and me to work.  The rest of the week went about the same.  School, work, home, homework, dinner, baths, bed.  Somewhere in there the kids found time for games, cartwheels, and playing basketball in the house.  Ryan made it home Wednesday night.  With Ryan being gone so much lately, and last week's snow, it was nice to have a family evening together last night.

 

A blog-worthy moment from the week:

Last Friday I rummaged thru some old photos that I dug out the attic (literally).  Nick had been asking to look at my old scrapbooks for weeks, and an old friend of mine posted childhood photos on FB, which motivated me to get a ladder and head to the attic.  I have so many pictures that we didnt' even put a dent in the box, but we enjoyed a quick look thru them.  I posted a few on FB, and received comments that Lauren looked just like me as a child.  I love hearing anyone say that about me and my girl.  It warms my heart and makes me smile.  I told Lauren about the comments and showed her more pictures of me as a little girl. 

 

On Sunday, as I'm getting Lauren ready for bed, she looks at me and says, 'I don't want to look like you mommy.'  A bit sad and shocked, I say 'Why?'  Lauren simply says, 'I want to look different.  I want to be me.'  In 5 seconds I went from sad to proud, kissed her forehead, and said 'That's perfect.  You are different.  You are Lauren.'

 

My cousins, Matt and I about the year 1983