the most beauteous little girl in a turtle neck...

don't you want to just love her to death?
no?
then just WAIT til i get those annie videos up here...

feverish

juliet has been home with a fever for 2 days and i am also so sick. but she has been freaking hilarious today. first of all, she has been performing rehersed numbers to every song from annie, which is just so silly. (wait for more on that cuz i videotaped her singing and flipping around on the floor to "hard knock life.") but the funniest of all was when she awoke late from her nap, and wonder pets were over, and so i was flipping around the channels and the show which i despise most in the world, fairly odd parents, aka the boy who wishes, was on. i quickly flip through because it's mindless garbage. alas, she was like, "mommy!! put it back!" i act all innocent and say, "what?" and she says, "i want to watch the 'scary' disney channel." apparently nickelodeon is now "scary disney". i just wonder where she comes up with these crazy things.
and you should seriously hear her belting out "little girls." too freaking funny.

reading at 2? nah...

the other day while i was cutting out magazine clippings for my old school willow street poster, i came across the word Juliet. so i cut it out and gave it to young james jamerson, and i said, "what does this say?" she said, "J-U-L-I-E-T, juliet, that's me!" (that is the song i taught her to learn how to spell her name) so now i'm wondering if she really recognized the letters and is ready to embark on the wonderful world of reading. or if she's just a smoke and mirrors trickster. she is so short.

i'm a loser for sho

- Get Your Own

sorrow

juliet had another beautiful day at school with her new little friends (like sammy, who "always kisses (her) back.") (**does that mean her BACK as in anatomy or back as in, after i kiss him, he kisses me back...my daughter the nympho!) but i have to say that it kills me to work early intervention because let's face it, a lot of 2 year olds are alike, despite some key developmental delays, and it just makes me so sad to be with them all day, and not her.

oh and just so you don't think i'm a total bitch...

in disney, my grandparents offered to take juliet back to the hotel so andy and i could enjoy a night out by ourselves and you'd think that since i am always looking for a pat on the back that this would have been right up my ally but alas, i spent the entire night pining away for miss juliet. "i wish juliet was here right now." i'd whine. or "i miss juliet" i'd cry. i called the hotel a million times. so you see, i really am quite obsessed and in love with her.

You want a medal or a chest to pin it on?

i was reading this blog that i found that i fucking love
(is it bad if i swear on a blog written mainly about a 2 and a half year old? did i ever tell you the story when just the other night my dad came to pick up paulie, who slept over, and she wouldn't let him leave so i called my mom to tell her that old grandpa the grouch was being detained so juliet gets on the phone and is all "grandma, are you comin' here? grandpa the grouch is waiting for you." and undoubtedly my mother gave her some lameballs excuse why she was home so juliet hands me the phone and goes over to my dad and says "she's a fucking asshole." my father nearly died right there on the floor...anyway)
that is called RockStarMommy (hence why i love it...plus the writing is good and the stories are cute and so is the blogStar)and she was talking about these dueling mothers who are like, "my mother life is tougher than yours because..." and how mothers are always martyrs and all "woe is me."
and it got me thinking...
this is totally me!!! i am constantly looking for a prize for my hard and grueling work. the emotional drainage that comes from dropping off a beautiful little angel who is crying "when are you coming back? don't leaaaave me!" the exhaustion that comes from always being "on" for her, as a teacher, as a protector, as a lover (as in "I love her."constantly), as the one who always has to get up earlier to get her ready as well as myself...it is a rough thing, being a mother. and sometimes i admit, i would fucking love someone to say, "You're doing an amazing job. Good for you." or "Damn girl, you are superwoman. Relax for a minute." and of course, i'm being an asshole here cuz these words have been uttered (by my father in law, mostly, as well as my mother in law, who did in fact get me a spa day for christmas, and by my mother, who thinks i'm insane with all that i take on). and juliet is the most spectacular being on earth (sorry, to me she is)(she is currently sitting right next to me putting on these ridiculous high heeled boots. with green feety jamskins)and it is so worth it to me to have her in my life. but when i'm pmsing, dude, i martyr like the best of them. where are the violins?

sorry, just wanted to vent for a second...