You. Are. SOOOOOOOOOOO. Embarrassing.

I knew this day was coming.  One day my little girl who used to look up at me with such admiration and awe would see me an roll her eyes and be mortified.  What I DIDN'T know was that I would become this giant loser by the time she was only 8. 
Lucky for me there are still glimmers of her being impressed by me.  Like when the girls in her 3rd grade class begged her to have me (ME!!) be a chaperone on a field trip because I look like a COOL mom and have pink hair.  (I'm COOL, people!)

But then the next day as I pull up to the curb in front of the school with the radio blasting and I'm belting out the lyrics enthusiastically she suddenly finds me horrifyingly embarrassing.  I totally don't get it.  Maybe it was the bright yellow and green St. Patricks Day pajamas I was still sporting? 

So I am resigned to the idea that I have entered full time dorkdome in the eyes of my pre-pre-teen.  So I might as well embrace it.  My ideas include but are not limited to:

1.  Dancing disco as I blare Justin Bieber in my car when I pick her up from school and shouting - "I've got the Bieber Fever!"  Maybe I can get a bumper sticker too....

2.  As she leaves for school I can ask her, loudly, if she remembered to put on clean underwear?

3.  While talking with her friends I can play with her hair and ask her if she'd like pigtails again like she wore on Saturday and I can put big pink bows in it too!

4.  Wear nothing but bunny slippers and duckie pajamas whenever her friends are around.

Hmmmm...any other juicy ideas out there?

Now take a look at these...really...embarrassing is in the genes.

Ok, so maybe it's a little more obvious in me.  Poor girl.

Sprouting

My kids are growing too fast. I hear it is an epidemic. Little ones going to bed one night and waking up full grown. It seems to be happening in our house. And oh how, most days, I really hate it.

Red is in her last week of Kindergarten. Soon she will be a first grader and in REAL school. School where they hunt you down and arrest you for not taking them kind of school. As if that wasn't bad enough, she has to go and lose her first tooth. Which was a wild ride of drama.
She came home from school and decided to eat a tortilla. Next thing you know she comes tearing into the room screaming and blood all over her face and the unsuspecting tortilla. Lots of screaming and begging not to touch it later, out pops a little baby tooth. So small and kind of disgusting. I remember that tooth growing in. I remember that tooth biting me and drawing blood while breastfeeding. I remember the sleepless nights because of that tooth. And still, I am sad to see it gone. And that little gap sitting in front is another reminder that I may wake up tomorrow and Red will be off in college.

On the other end of the spectrum we have little Boo who is well on his way of potty training. I can't imagine a life without diapers and a huge box of Kirkland brand wipes. I wouldn't even know how to clean half the messes in my house without those handy wipes. But here he is my littlest hooligan maneuvering his way through toddlerhood at an amazing speed while I just stand by and watch. However do you stop this? My once very quiet little baby is jabbering non stop and says new things every day. I can't believe how much he is talking now. How I miss the baby days that are becoming non-existent in our house. Another chapter creaking closed as I watch teary eyed.

At night as I tuck Red, Stinky and Boo into bed I tickle them and beg them to stop growing. JUST STOP!

Red puts her not so chubby little hands on my face and says, "I have to mom. I know you don't want me to, but I just have to grow up."

It's just too fast, love.