Nollie had his check up today, he is 24 1/2 lbs (25%) and in the 75% for height. I can't remember inches right now.

so last weekend the girl's had their dance recital. The day started out well, we got some great yard sale deals (except the mean lady who sold the girls a video camera that does not keep it's charge, if it worked it would've been a steal at $15) blah blah

so we get home and start to get ready and I fix Anna's hair which she immediately takes out because I made it "too puffy", then she tells me she needs tights still. I get angry and angrier because "why couldn't she have let me know that when I asked days before, do you need anything for the recital?" I turned into a monster and said some things I regret and she told me she wished I weren't her mother. Emma says those types of things, but Anna never has...it really hurt. I would have wished the same thing if I were her too. So finally we get to the dance store and get tights, and then rush to the grocery for some water and snacks, then we are almost at the theater and I ask Emma if she has her ballet shoes. She looks through her bag which held so many things otehr than her ballet shoes, mary Pippins would be envious, but NO, no ballet shoes. Again I loose it and did not handle the situation very well. I drop them off and try to decide if it will be quicker to buy her a new pair or rummage through her things at home to find them. First I need to go get a ticket (b/c we have found you get a much better seat this way and for cheap) of course this lady has an issue in front of me...tick tock, I am quite aggravated! I do try to call Chris, but he does not pick up! So I get home and find her shoes and get out to the car, oh just about out of gas and the van is not so reliable....here come the first drops of what will be a big storm. I hurry to get some gas and back to the theater and by now it is POURING rain and I cannot wait it out because Emma needs her shoes and the show is just about to begin. I run with no umbrella and get her shoes to her and get to my seat just in time. I am soaked and dripping wet and annoyed more than anything, just smoldering MAD but sitting in a great seat though. The show begins and the first number was good and then the next are all the little teeny girls, and then I just loose it and I am crying like I moron because it seems like yesterday that my little girls were that small. These moments in life are all too precious to argue and fuss about things that do not matter, to make my ladies feel bad about silly mistakes is wrong. before I know it they will be all grown up and while I know every memory cannot be wonderful, I want to try my best to make more good ones than bad.