The birthday party was great. Tons of presents–ridiculous amounts of presents. It’s good to be 2.
The very next day we all came down with a little summer cold. Runny noses, sore throats. Shitty moods. We meant to take the visiting relatives somewhere fun, but it never happened. Unless you count dinner at Johnny Carino’s as fun, which I do, because I love to eat, but I’m pretty sure that’s not what they had in mind as far as entertainment…especially since my father-in-law paid for it all. I think they had a good time while they were here. They left Tuesday morning, right as I was taking Mia to her 2 year check-up–a nightmare. Everytime I take that kid to the doctor she’s got an ear infection that I didn’t know about. Sheesh.
So Mia’s been downing some delicious antibiotics the past couple days. Cheyenne’s been stuck in bed with that awful nasty cold. Today was her first day of school and after overdosing on dimetap last night was feeling pretty fine this morning. Nothing could get her down. She had on "THE" outfit (head to toe hot pink), carrying her brand new polka-dotted backpack full of sweet brand-new school supplies (ah, the smell of a new notebook), and a sassy pink purse full of pocket tissue and cough drops. Can’t miss the first day of school. She was so excited. And she insisted on riding the bus–"WHAT? You mean you don’t want me to drive you?" "No, mom. And I don’t want you to make me a lunch either. I want to buy lunch."
Damn. My kiddo is getting so old so fast.
And dear lord. I noticed the other day that the girl is in desperate need of a bra. When did that happen? Is it that time already? Was I that way? What the hell?
Mia’s walking around the house saying, "Sissy-where are you? Sissy, are you at school? You’re a big girl. Mia’s a big girl, too. I’m going to school. Sissy, where are you?"
It’s truly sad. Think we’ll head to the mall today.
On the upside, I got out and rode the bike today ahead of schedule–7:30 to be exact. So that’s out of the way now.
And, we finally got some rain. It dropped the temperature down to 96 degrees–whoa.
Gotta go. Mia’s figured out how to unlock and open the backdoor. And she’s in a running mood.