When will this awesomeness ever end?

Okay, my big fat plan is to have nothing to write about most days so that I can copy other people's cute ideas like Wordless Wednesday or perhaps tell oldie but goodie stories from when the kids were younger or share cute old photos like this one.

Oh my goodness.  Cutest.  Baby.  Ever.


So, despite my best intentions, hilarious things keep happening everyday (and it's not even 2 p.m.)


I took the kids with me to my appointment with the periodontist because it was just a consult for my gum graft (apparently my habit of brushing my teeth furiously at least seven times a day is not paying off.)  Little Addison threw a fit in the waiting room because she got frustrated with Monkey Lunchbox on the iPad, chucked the iPad across the room and got in trouble.  That little thing was so mad that she refused to look at me.  She sat in that chair with an icy stare and a set to her chin that I have only ever seen in one other person whose name is Erma.  What 2-year-old behaves that way?  


Furthermore, she didn't give in for almost 20 minutes.  That's right, people, for 20 minutes she sat in that chair and stared straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge mine or the receptionist's presence. I felt terrible, but the receptionist eventually insisted that I go back to the exam room, and that she would keep an eye on her until she was ready to cooperate. I kept popping my head back in to ask her to come back with us, but to no avail.  If I asked hard enough, she just turned her head away from me and stared at the wall. Silly me.


Heaven help me.  Nobody actually came right out and asked, but I'm pretty sure the office staff was dying to ask me to share parenting tips.  I don't have any pictures of this debacle, but fortunately, I did take pictures of a fit that occurred immediately upon our return home.  It wasn't really good luck that this cherry photo opportunity popped up, thereby allowing me to illustrate this story after the fact; this kind of thing happens all the time.  As a matter of fact, this fit was because I tried to take a picture of her.


Stage 1:  Refusing to look at me/pretending I'm not there.

Stage 2:  Does things she knows will irritate me like taking her clothes off while strictly avoiding any form of eye contact.

Stage 3:  Staring straight ahead with a picked on little look on her face.

Stage 4:  Everything's okay again!

Yikes.


On a final note, one of the things that made me happy today.

No, your eyes do not deceive you, those are bubble sequin shorts for an 8-year-old.  You can't see the cardigan very well, but it's covered in ruffles--very cute.  I was so happy when this came in the mail today.  


I have no idea of what would be an appropriate occasion for this get-up, but it doesn't really matter.  I'm sure she'll wear it anywhere and everywhere until it is in tatters.  Hello, Eagle Bay Elementary--we're going formal.