Thank God for beauty and individuality!

This past weekend found us at another dance event.  The difference between this one and the last one however, was that we took our babysitter, which meant that we actually got to dance, teach, compete, and say more to our friends than just a quick hello as we passed by while chasing kids. 

Things were kind of hectic before we left on Friday and I completely forgot to pack my camera.  So not a single picture.  Although even with a babysitter, I don't know if I would have had time to snap many photos.  As wonderful as it was, even this weekend still managed to be a little stressful for me.  Come to think of it, I'm sure they'll all be that way from here on out, as it seems we've entered an entirely new arena of things we have to worry about with our kids. 

On the funny side, Steve and I finally came to the realization that our three year old daughter is boy crazy.  Like seriously head-over-heels boy crazy.  When she wasn't batting her eyes and flipping her hair, Grace was telling all the boys how much she loved them.  She actually screamed, "Peter, I love you!" across the ballroom.  And when he didn't respond, she ran into his classroom and started spinning in circles saying, "Peter. Peter. Peter. Peter."  So funny!  At least we thought so.  Some of his students - maybe not so much.

And on the scary side, Steve & I returned to our hotel room around 3am on Friday night to find the front door wide open.  Since our room was an outdoor bungalow-type thingy located on a beach facing the Atlantic ocean, and the temperature was near-freezing, I completely panicked.  I immediately began thinking of all of the horrible places that my kids could have wandered off to.  Fortunately when I turned on the light, after stumbling face-first into the TV stand, I found both of them snuggled up, sleeping soundly next to the sitter. 

Still no idea how the door came to be ajar, but that incident, coupled with the fact that I also happened to overhear Grace looking for my keys so she could "drive the car bye-bye", has me seriously considering asking Santa for a home alarm system for Christmas this year.  Not just the kind to keep people out either, but the kind to keep them in.  I'm thinking we could definitely use one.  Although I suppose it wouldn't be long before Grace & Sean had that little piece of technology figured out too. 

Speaking of keeping people out of the house...Sean locked me out of ours tonight.   After I dropped him (and the bag with my keys) inside the house and returned to the car to get Grace, he shut the door behind me and dead-bolted the lock.  And no amount of threatening, swearing, or bribing could get him to let us in.  So there Grace and I sat shivering on the front steps waiting for Steve to come home and rescue us.

By the way, if you're thinking that I have my hands full, you wouldn't be the only one.  Apparently there were two women at the dance event who thought the same thing. 

Conversation #1

Woman #1:  Gee, I noticed your children are really active.

Me:  Yes, they are.  Um, excuse me.  Grace, get down off that railing before you fall.  I'm sorry, you were saying?

Woman #1:  Well, it's just that they remind me of my own children at that age, so I was wondering if I could give you a little advice?

Me:  Ok, sure.  Steve, where's Sean? 

Woman #1:  When they get to be school age, please promise that you won't let the teachers medicate them.  Because they will try.

Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!! Swear that is a true story.  And so is this one...

Conversation #2

Woman #2:  First, let me say that your children are absolutely beautiful.

Me:  Thank you. 

Woman #2:  I've been watching them play here in the ballroom and run around all weekend, and I love what a sense of individuality they have. 

Me:  Oh, thank you.  That is so sweet.

Woman #2:  I just love that they're not "the perfect children".

Ok, seriously?  What do you say to that?  All I could do was laugh and think to myself, well thank God for beauty and individuality!

Comments

[Cory]

OK, seriously, soooo funny!

[lucinda]

What the heck with conversation lady numero 2!?! Sheesh some people. I don't know how else I would have responded other than my fist in her mouth (no really I'm not a violent person,but that's some nerve!). I guess it's better that you didn't let it get to you too much. That person must not have kids lol! Kids are full of energy, and say and do whatever the heck they want lol! Wish I had that kind of energy again.