Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Another Manic Morning

Meltdown Mandy strikes again!

The drama that is generated by one tiny 7 year old girl is truly a feat of nature.  If the energy that is generated by the screaming, feat stomping and hysterical crying could only be harnessed, our energy crisis would be history.  Hmmm... maybe I can figure out a way to strap her to the roof and power our entire house instead of putting up expensive solar panels.

I get that it's early, I get that school can be a drag, I get that guitar lessons this afternoon cause anxiety (despite the fact that she begged for those lessons for a year).  Still.... just brush your darn teeth!!!!!!

What Mandy doesn't like to do:

1. Brush teeth.
2. Get dressed.
3. Clean room.
4. Pack lunch.
5. Make her own breakfast.
5. Go to school.
6. Do homework.
7. Practice the guitar.

If anybody can figure out what my 7 year old precious love of a daughter DOES like to do... please let me know!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Kids are Expensive

So we dodged a bullet today with our 9 year old daughter. She had an orthodontic consultation after her dentist recommended she see someone. Her teeth were a little crooked and we weren't sure what was going on with some permanent teeth that were very slowly growing in. But alas, there will be no braces... yet. Somewhere down the line she will most likely need to have some, but the jury is still out how severe the problem will be. According to the orthodontist, it shouldn't be too bad. Yes!

Amazing how much your kids cost you over the years. You think that once they are out of diapers and baby wipes and bottles and pacifiers, things will settle down. Wrong. Things just get more expensive. I wonder if it's the same for boys. Since we only have three girls, our budget has grown to include hair products, make-up, purses, jewelry, not to mention the usual clothes and shoes. We used to be able to do hand-me-downs. What the nine year old used to wear was passed down to the seven year old... and then the four year old. Not so much any more. All of a sudden, the girls don't want the old hand-me-downs. They each have their own style and taste and they want to shop for new clothes.

So add that all up with the doctor visits, dentist visits, orthodontist visits (which will be put off for a few more years), classes, lessons, haircuts, school supplies, books, toys, bedroom decor... whew... you've got a whole lot of money going out.

What do they say about daughters being the ones that take care of you when you're old? Since I have three, I expect to be taken care of very, very well.