Good News

No I'm not pregnant. Yes I am feeling better. Let's throw a party. :)

The other day waiting for Speed Racer to start Batgirl impatiently asks, "Mom where's the remote, let's start." As if it was that easy.

her bike at the park

self-portrait

I begged my hubby to hit me in the stomach or kick me in the head. I know this sounds violent, but it seemed like a good way off the pain, at least at the time. Yes it was excruciating. And no he never obliged. One evening he asked if he could do anything, I replied, "sure kick me in the teeth." Batgirl quickly answered, "I'll do it." I said, "You have to make sure you knock them all out."
She thought about it for a second the said, "I'll try my very best mom." She was ready and willing. It was so funny. We opted to read Captain Underpants. We are on the last novel. She loves them.

Last week, Batgirl threw a fit in the car. She didn't want to go to Costco. I finally said, "Fine we're going home and you don't get movie time."
She burst into tears, she was sobbing. Then I could hear her amidst her sobs, "My heart is broken," more sobs, "You just broke it into pieces."
I could hardly keep from laughing. She's such a drama queen.

Drama queen part two: On our way to Salt Lake she asks me for a little sister. (A common occurrence.) I said maybe next summer (-that is our generic answer. ) "No I want it to come this summer." Without going into much detail, I explained that it takes at least nine months for the baby to come, unless we adopted. She started sobbing again. She wanted one now. At dinner (homemade tacos, arroz, frijoles, aguacates, etc.) she told mis guelitos that it takes at least nine months for the baby to come. They were surprised. I had to explain our conversations.