We may grow old but we never grow up...

Over the past week I've had at least a dozen "I've got to blog about that" moments but now that I have time I forget what I was going to write about.  Let's see what happens if I just keep typing....

Most recently, I have learned that Mommies deserve hazard pay.  Our dear little angel head-butted me in the cheekbone so hard that I was momentarily stunned.  She thought it was hilarious.  I iced it down but SB has one hard head.  I hope I don't end up with a big shiner tomorrow and look like a Lifetime movie victim lurking around the grocery store with big sunglasses on to hide the evidence of abuse.  It would give the crotchety old ladies at the Harris Teeter something to talk about, at least.

In other, less violent SB news, we have started down the path of over-scheduling her with activities, as all good American parents do.  Ok, well two activities is probably not going to send her into therapy, but it will definitely improve the quality of her sleep-time, we hope.  Last week she started swim lessons, and this week she is starting music class.  Swimming was something else.  The biggest challenge for Mommy was to figure out how to get SB and myself dried off and dressed after the lesson.  She was running around like mad, moving chairs around in the play area like a tiny interior decorator.  I finally gave up changing out of my swimsuit and just pulled on my trackpants, going home with a nice wet rear.  Lovely in 45 degree weather.  Next week I will change my strategy a bit so I don't end up with a frozen tooshie.

We are very excited about music class.  As you know, we are convinced she will be a musical prodigy due to her early start at piano and guitar.  She also totes her toy xylophone around the house all day for impromptu jam sessions.  Her dance moves are awesome.  She sways from side to side, spins around and then walks backward like Michael Jackson (may he rest in peace.)  I've got to get that on video to play at her rehearsal dinner someday.  I'm sure she will LOVE getting to sing and dance and play with other kids.  Even better, her little neighbor friend Gavin will be in the same class so she can get some girl-next-door flirting in.  G came over for a visit the other day and the two of them sat on the couch together.  G started putting the moves on SB, SB would act aloof and jump off the couch, but then she'd cruise by and drop a toy off for G to play with.  Already starting with the games...we never grow out of that phase, do we?

Speaking of never growing out of something...I must relay this story that Mom told me about my Grandma.  She probably wouldn't appreciate me sharing it so NO ONE TELL GRANDMA I'm blogging about her situation.  I don't think she's internet savvy - let's keep it that way for now.  Anyway, my 88 year old Grandma recently transitioned to a Retirement facility after living alone for over 30 years.  It's been an adjustment but she's trying to make it work for her.  So get this.  She's met a nice man who was friendly enough to have lunch and dinner with her in the cafeteria fairly regularly.   Let's call him "Gary."  So Grandma is upset because some of the ladies have been making comments about her and Gary spending time together and "oh you make a nice couple" in a snarky kind of way.  Grandma is mortified and now doesn't want to even go to the cafeteria because of all the controversy.  Seriously.  This sounds like something you'd hear in 8th grade.  So the bad news is, we may grow old but we never grow up.  The good news is, my Grandma's still a sassy little number and she's got the "mean girls" jealous.  Ha.  I hope she sees it that way and continues to enjoy "Gary's" company and tells those old biddies to suck it.  In a nice Grandmotherly sort of way, of course.