I have approximately 15 minutes to write this post while Caden naps. If I'm really lucky, maybe it will be 30.
I had to take precious nap time to check in because I realized this morning that I have been remiss in keeping y'all up to date on my 366 pictures, as well as some of the details of our lives. I know, I know, I'm not sure how y'all have SLEPT without being completely up-to-date on every last detail of our lives. Seriously.
Last week was Jayci's first dance recital (remember the dress rehearsal?) She was really excited because EVERYONE was coming to watch (my parents, Adam's parents, my sister and brother-in-law, and Adam's sister). She kept talking about it and every time I asked if she was nervous she looked at me like I was crazy and told me "no mom." So we are sitting in the audience at the Rialto (which is a big theater at Georgia State University), I'm watching and giggling at the cute little dancers and waiting for Jayci to come galloping out. And then out comes her class, galloping onto stage. It takes me a minute to search all the blonde little girls, but I dont see Jayci. Adam and I look at each other and continue frantically searching the stage. But nope, no Jayci. Turns out she got a little case of stage fright and didn't make it out for her big dancing debut. It took everything in me to stay in my seat until intermission to make sure she was ok. And she was totally fine, no freaking out or anything, she just preferred to "watch" from the side of the stage. She did, however, rejoin her class for the bow at the end, a giant proud grin on her cute little face. We (ok Adam's mom and sister, they're the experienced ones who remembered such a sweet gesture) offered her flowers despite her not-dancing and we gushed over how cute she was and what a great bow she gave. Ha.
I told Adam afterwards that I was a little sad for her that they let her off the hook so easily. It's so hard, however, to figure out the right balance of pushing her to overcome her fears and NOT forcing her do ever do anything she really doesn't want to do, especially because I know how she feels in hating to be the center of attention. Parenting is flat-hard y'all. Even in the "easy" stuff like dance recitals and stage fright.
After a busy week of dance rehearsals and recitals and what-not, we decided to head to camp this weekend so I could take some pictures for my cute preggo-friend Carrie. Jayci has also been begging us to go to camp, since we've been recruiting kids to bring along this summer. We're bringing 45 kids from our neighborhood to camp over the span of three weeks. And Jayci doesn't quite understand that when we tell them about camp and sign them up, we dont get to go see "Coco, my favorite girl" RIGHT THIS MINUTE. For Jayci, everything is immediate because she doesn't quite grasp the whole concept of "in three weeks" yet. Some of the older boys aren't sure they want to come to camp (because NO GIRLS and NO TV?!) and Jayci has been trying to convince them by explaining that "sometimes we pretend Caden is baby Jesus" (at Christmas this year). Shokcingly, her argument doesn't seem to be helping the cause.
I'm not sure if I mentioned this, now that I think about it, but we are going to spend 7 weeks working at camp this summer. We were already going to be there for three weeks with our neighborhood kids, so we figured why not make it seven and join the Camp Grace team? While we are there, we are all going to be sleeping in one room. So we will see how that goes. I might, somehow, be even MORE sleep deprived after this summer. Or maybe Caden will magically decide to sleep at camp, Jayci always sleeps fantastically while we're there because she wears herself out with all the swimming and cheering and chasing horses and kittens and dancing and whatnot. I mean really, it can't get much worse so I have high-hopes that it will only get better. But not too high as Adam reminds me, because I tend to do that and then get my hopes dashed and get all emotional and angry and sad about it all.
I hear Caden crying which means times up, so I will just leave you with the latest from our 366 project, and a few pictures I stole from my sister-in-law of Jayci's dance recital. Because I'm a rule-follower to the end, and they said NO CAMERAS.
I had to take precious nap time to check in because I realized this morning that I have been remiss in keeping y'all up to date on my 366 pictures, as well as some of the details of our lives. I know, I know, I'm not sure how y'all have SLEPT without being completely up-to-date on every last detail of our lives. Seriously.
I told Adam afterwards that I was a little sad for her that they let her off the hook so easily. It's so hard, however, to figure out the right balance of pushing her to overcome her fears and NOT forcing her do ever do anything she really doesn't want to do, especially because I know how she feels in hating to be the center of attention. Parenting is flat-hard y'all. Even in the "easy" stuff like dance recitals and stage fright.
After a busy week of dance rehearsals and recitals and what-not, we decided to head to camp this weekend so I could take some pictures for my cute preggo-friend Carrie. Jayci has also been begging us to go to camp, since we've been recruiting kids to bring along this summer. We're bringing 45 kids from our neighborhood to camp over the span of three weeks. And Jayci doesn't quite understand that when we tell them about camp and sign them up, we dont get to go see "Coco, my favorite girl" RIGHT THIS MINUTE. For Jayci, everything is immediate because she doesn't quite grasp the whole concept of "in three weeks" yet. Some of the older boys aren't sure they want to come to camp (because NO GIRLS and NO TV?!) and Jayci has been trying to convince them by explaining that "sometimes we pretend Caden is baby Jesus" (at Christmas this year). Shokcingly, her argument doesn't seem to be helping the cause.
One more thing: Read this. You wont regret it.