Miss Know It All

So for the past two weeks our cousin (Mom of the year) has asked us to take her little girl (Miss Know It All) to dance on Tuesday nights. It is by far one of my greatest joys not only because I love her as my own but because I know that before the night is over she has me bending over backwards for her and she will say something that will blow my mind.

For example last Tuesday we took her to dance and it went down as follows:

I went to pick her up at her house she was already decked out in her leotard, pony tails in place along with her tap shoes. She gets in the car and starts telling me the books of the bible. I just look at her through the rear view mirror thinking....if she misses one or gets one wrong how could I correct her. I mean this 3 year old knows all the books of the bible and I can't get past the first 4 in the New Testament. So we proceed less than a mile down the road to my house.

When we get inside I had definitely already forgotten about the tap shoes....until....I walk into the other room and I hear her in there tapping away on my brand new, very expensive, very dark hardwood floors. Yep....definitely left little scuff marks I had to hurry and change her into her ballet shoes before Tim the Tool Man Taylor catches both of us. Not only does he fuss at me for wearing my heels on these beautiful floors but the floors are a little touchy subject because he physically gets on his hands and knees and cleans them with Windex.....YES that is right ladies...to all of you wives out there....my husband, cleans on his hands and knees, my hardwood floors. I mean could I ask for anything more? They are so sparkly.

Back on subject... before we leave the house toward dance I take Miss Know It All to the bathroom one last time. I don't get to watch her during her classes so I thought Tim the Tool Man Taylor and I could quickly run to the grocery store. I mentioned this to her mother and she said it is okay as long as she doesn't need to go to the bathroom. So I take her literally right before we walk out the door where she sees my makeup bag and has to add a little powder to her cheeks and a little lip gloss (How could I tell her no?). Her class is only 50 minutes how many more times would she have to use it before I can get back.

Finally, as we are in the car on the way to dance....we hear the little GPS Miss Know It All in the back yell at us because we are not going down the same road as her Mommy takes her. Really, does she already know her way around this town? It is amazing. After 5 minutes....she really throws us for a loop to where we almost swerved off the road from so much laughter. She looks at Tim the Tool Man Taylor in the rear view mirror and in her sweet 3 year old little voice she says "so when are you going to put a TV in this car so I can watch it. I want one for me and one for my [brother]." Seriously did she just say that....can I say spoiled and a girl that knows what she wants!

In the car ride I repeatedly ask her if she still needs to use the bathroom and she replies with "no." Until we walk into the door of dance (there are about a hundred young girls running around....it is such a good birth control for me) she says she has to use the bathroom. Of course it is a number 2...I just look at her and say "thanks for saving that one for me." And she kisses me as I drop her off and she tells me "you are my favorite"....I just melt.

My YAYA's

First, let me say sorry to my faithful blog readers. I am just now recovering from my mother’s move with packing up her whole entire life into boxes. It was definitely bitter sweet!

Now on to My YAYA’s! When I mean YAYA’s, I mean exactly what you think….down to the tackiest hats you have ever seen.

I officially became YAYA “Mistress Rising Sun” on May 12, 2006 (The day I graduated college) along with my best friend. It was a defining moment in our lives where we had to give up our souls forever over a candle lit ceremony and swear to secrecy that any stories we hear from now on, will only be shared among YAYA’s . This weekend, along with our other 5 YAYA’s, we are embarking on our much anticipated weekend get-a-way. We are initiating a new member from Texas. Our newest member, whom is in love with angels, hearts, and peace signs, is so excited she has rented us a huge van. I imagine us going down the interstate looking much like this…..

It is so funny because we are all so different but exactly the same. Maybe it is our hearts that are the same in that our friendship means more to us than any worldly thing. This weekend will be full of laughter and crying…. in which, I can not wait to get it started! I could not live or breathe without my YAYA’s. For the past 25 years, they have shaped me into the woman that I am and I believe that I have a little of something from each of them….

From “Princess Five & Dime”: I have gained all of my motherly instincts and learned that happiness resides in the smaller more personal things in life.

From “Empress Loves A Lot”: I have learned to enjoy life to the fullest and savor every moment.

From “Viscountess Horney Toad”: Despite the name!.... I have learned to love unconditionally no matter what arises and to have the strength to overcome anything.

From “Duchess Loves to Laugh”: I have learned that it does not matter what others think about me and if it sounds ridiculous it might be the greatest experience of my life.

From “Empress 2 Shakes & A Shimmy”: I have learned that in a friend’s time of need, whether it be good or bad, always make myself available.

And From the newest Texas YAYA (I can’t reveal her name yet…): I have learned that we all need “world peace!”

Here’s to MY YAYA’s I can not wait to see what this weekend will unveil!