I got the following email from my mom the day after I wrote that post about taking the kids to the dentist:
"I just finished reading your blog about the kids' dental appointment, and I have to tell you--the first time you went to the dentist's office you had cavities! Yes, you were probably 3 or 4, and you got too many snacks, too, including your secret activity of finding the other kids' Halloween candy in their pillows and eating it at will without their knowledge!
Maybe Amanda takes after you. Do you think?"
Well played, Mom, well played.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
A Handful of Cavities
I have so many stories to tell that I just haven't written down. So many stories for your listening reading pleasure. The last few weeks have been a blur and so I've been writing topics down but never quite making it to the computer to type them up. Suffice it to say after the Muffins event I was completely worn out and then I planned Sarah's birthday party and did a 1/2 marathon in the same weekend and I think it has taken me the last two weeks to finally catch up and be me again. It's probably better that I didn't write anything down because it wouldn't have made any sense and you would have been like, what?
So a couple weeks ago I took the kids to the dentist. Overall they like going to the dentist. I take them to a pediatric dentist so they have video games in the waiting room and they get to watch movies while they are having their teeth cleaned and they get to wear cool sunglasses so the light doesn't bother their eyes and they get all these horribly cheap but wonderful in their eyes toys to pick from when they leave. All I ever got was the scariest hygienist EVER who made my teeth hurt for at least three days because she scraped them so hard and for so long and then a very cheap metal ring that probably turned my fingers green. No wonder going to the dentist when I was a kid was such a terrorizing experience (Mom, you know it's true!).
Sarah was mad that I pulled the kids out of school because she was missing an ice cream party that I knew nothing about and Andy was so happy that he was waiting in the office when I got there. Amanda was just excited she was included. Sarah hates to miss school anyway but the missing the ice cream party was icing on the cake. Which means that I ended up taking the kids out for ice cream after their appointment because otherwise I would have never heard the end of it and I just couldn't put up with that on that particular day especially since Charlie was out of town and wouldn't have to join in the misery of listening to how horrible I was.
Once we arrived to the office and got settled everything was going great until we got to the part when you talk to the dentist. You know, they see the hygienist first and she tells them what a fantastic job they do brushing and just gushes about how wonderful they are and gives them fancy new tooth brushes and floss and then the dentist comes in and makes you feel like crap for not making them brush six times a day.
Basically, Andy looks good but has a few teeth growing in a little weird so we need to go get a second opinion from the orthodontist over the summer. Which reminds me, I still need to set up those appointments. Yes, I said those. The dentist wants me to see two orthodontists that have differing approaches to see which I like better. I get it, but all those appointments, free consultations or not, just bog me down and not make me want to do it. Hence the reason I still haven't called and made them (besides the fact that my days have flown by since said appointment). Sarah's teeth look amazing. No cavities, straight as can be, perfect. Which is great for her because she needs a win and deserves to be better than the other two at something. She kept asking me over and over again who had the best teeth just because she likes to hear she's best at something. Amanda, she was another story.
The kid is only four. She has had two cavities between her top two teeth for over six months and I keep asking them if they can postpone filling them because they are going to fall out soon anyway. That one they continue to agree on and we just brush the crap out of them. But this time the rest of her mouth was not so lucky. She had two that were between two of her back teeth that need to be fixed right away (because those teeth won't fall out until she's at least 10) and two more that are forming between two other teeth. Believe me, it is never a good thing when the dentist says your child has a "handful" of cavities. At four! Could it be because all she ever wants to eat is fruit snacks and candy. Probably. But I did ask if it was a brushing issue and they said it was all about flossing. Yeah, we never used to floss her teeth. We do now. Ugh!
I have a feeling after she gets those fillings that it may be a little easier to keep her off the candy. You know, that stuff causes cavities. If my hunch is correct that will only benefit me when I take her to her well visit so they don't yell at me for her diet as well. I swear that kids gets me in more trouble.
In conclusion, Sarah - positive, Andy - neutral, Amanda - in the negative. Not that we're keeping score or anything, but that would make life a little more interesting right now - as if I needed that!
So a couple weeks ago I took the kids to the dentist. Overall they like going to the dentist. I take them to a pediatric dentist so they have video games in the waiting room and they get to watch movies while they are having their teeth cleaned and they get to wear cool sunglasses so the light doesn't bother their eyes and they get all these horribly cheap but wonderful in their eyes toys to pick from when they leave. All I ever got was the scariest hygienist EVER who made my teeth hurt for at least three days because she scraped them so hard and for so long and then a very cheap metal ring that probably turned my fingers green. No wonder going to the dentist when I was a kid was such a terrorizing experience (Mom, you know it's true!).
Sarah was mad that I pulled the kids out of school because she was missing an ice cream party that I knew nothing about and Andy was so happy that he was waiting in the office when I got there. Amanda was just excited she was included. Sarah hates to miss school anyway but the missing the ice cream party was icing on the cake. Which means that I ended up taking the kids out for ice cream after their appointment because otherwise I would have never heard the end of it and I just couldn't put up with that on that particular day especially since Charlie was out of town and wouldn't have to join in the misery of listening to how horrible I was.
Once we arrived to the office and got settled everything was going great until we got to the part when you talk to the dentist. You know, they see the hygienist first and she tells them what a fantastic job they do brushing and just gushes about how wonderful they are and gives them fancy new tooth brushes and floss and then the dentist comes in and makes you feel like crap for not making them brush six times a day.
Basically, Andy looks good but has a few teeth growing in a little weird so we need to go get a second opinion from the orthodontist over the summer. Which reminds me, I still need to set up those appointments. Yes, I said those. The dentist wants me to see two orthodontists that have differing approaches to see which I like better. I get it, but all those appointments, free consultations or not, just bog me down and not make me want to do it. Hence the reason I still haven't called and made them (besides the fact that my days have flown by since said appointment). Sarah's teeth look amazing. No cavities, straight as can be, perfect. Which is great for her because she needs a win and deserves to be better than the other two at something. She kept asking me over and over again who had the best teeth just because she likes to hear she's best at something. Amanda, she was another story.
The kid is only four. She has had two cavities between her top two teeth for over six months and I keep asking them if they can postpone filling them because they are going to fall out soon anyway. That one they continue to agree on and we just brush the crap out of them. But this time the rest of her mouth was not so lucky. She had two that were between two of her back teeth that need to be fixed right away (because those teeth won't fall out until she's at least 10) and two more that are forming between two other teeth. Believe me, it is never a good thing when the dentist says your child has a "handful" of cavities. At four! Could it be because all she ever wants to eat is fruit snacks and candy. Probably. But I did ask if it was a brushing issue and they said it was all about flossing. Yeah, we never used to floss her teeth. We do now. Ugh!
I have a feeling after she gets those fillings that it may be a little easier to keep her off the candy. You know, that stuff causes cavities. If my hunch is correct that will only benefit me when I take her to her well visit so they don't yell at me for her diet as well. I swear that kids gets me in more trouble.
In conclusion, Sarah - positive, Andy - neutral, Amanda - in the negative. Not that we're keeping score or anything, but that would make life a little more interesting right now - as if I needed that!
Sunday, May 18, 2014
And Then She Was 8
As I mentioned in a previous post, Sarah's birthday was on Mother's Day this year. As we have the last several years, I offered to throw her a birthday party or take her on a trip. She chose a trip to Dallas to go to the indoor water park at Great Wolf Lodge. I just booked the hotel and we will be going in a couple of weeks.
As I also have done, I still let her have a little birthday party. For some reason the kids don't think their birthday has really passed if they get presents and a cake but don't get to share it with someone outside of the family. So on her actual birthday we invited a friend and her family to come over and have burgers, hot dogs and cake, and then I also let her have a small party with only five friends this weekend. She didn't want to do it on her birthday weekend because she didn't want it to interfere with anybody's Mother's Day plans, so we decided to do it the weekend after.
She invited five girls from her class from school to go paint pottery and then come over to our house for pizza and cake. The girls she invited are all very nice, sweet girls that I would be perfectly happy if she stayed friends with them until she graduated high school. A few of them especially are always making sure Sarah is okay when she looks sad and putting their arms around her to comfort her when she is in a foul mood. Just nice girls, which in a world of mean girls is getting harder and harder to come by.
I am so glad there were only five of them because I don't think I could have handled anymore. I don't know how people let their daughters have big sleepover parties in their basements because I could barely handle of few of them in my kitchen and back yard for an hour or two. Luckily my friend, Theresa, one of the girl's moms, came with me to the pottery place and helped keep everybody on track and take pictures.
Although it was small I think Sarah had a great time and really enjoyed everybody's company. She is really looking forward to our trip to Dallas, but was happy to celebrate her special day here as well. The only downside to the whole day was that Theresa's daughter, Kelly, broke her wrist when she slipped of the trapeze bar on our playset. It was at the end of the party and everybody else had gone home. Sarah felt so bad that today she made Kelly a card and we stopped after Andy's baseball game and Sarah and Amanda each picked out a stuffed animal for her and we took it over to her house. She seemed to be doing pretty well, I hope it stays that way.
It's hard for me to believe that Sarah is eight. She definitely has the attitude, but still seems like my little girl. In some ways she is still little, I took her in for her well visit this week and she was only in the 7th percentile for height and 25th percentile for weight. That means that 93% of the kids her age are taller than her and 75% weigh more than her. At this age it's not too noticeable, but if the trend continues in the next few years we will see a difference. For now I'm just trying to deal with the little girls who isn't acting so little anymore.
As I also have done, I still let her have a little birthday party. For some reason the kids don't think their birthday has really passed if they get presents and a cake but don't get to share it with someone outside of the family. So on her actual birthday we invited a friend and her family to come over and have burgers, hot dogs and cake, and then I also let her have a small party with only five friends this weekend. She didn't want to do it on her birthday weekend because she didn't want it to interfere with anybody's Mother's Day plans, so we decided to do it the weekend after.
She invited five girls from her class from school to go paint pottery and then come over to our house for pizza and cake. The girls she invited are all very nice, sweet girls that I would be perfectly happy if she stayed friends with them until she graduated high school. A few of them especially are always making sure Sarah is okay when she looks sad and putting their arms around her to comfort her when she is in a foul mood. Just nice girls, which in a world of mean girls is getting harder and harder to come by.
I am so glad there were only five of them because I don't think I could have handled anymore. I don't know how people let their daughters have big sleepover parties in their basements because I could barely handle of few of them in my kitchen and back yard for an hour or two. Luckily my friend, Theresa, one of the girl's moms, came with me to the pottery place and helped keep everybody on track and take pictures.
Although it was small I think Sarah had a great time and really enjoyed everybody's company. She is really looking forward to our trip to Dallas, but was happy to celebrate her special day here as well. The only downside to the whole day was that Theresa's daughter, Kelly, broke her wrist when she slipped of the trapeze bar on our playset. It was at the end of the party and everybody else had gone home. Sarah felt so bad that today she made Kelly a card and we stopped after Andy's baseball game and Sarah and Amanda each picked out a stuffed animal for her and we took it over to her house. She seemed to be doing pretty well, I hope it stays that way.
It's hard for me to believe that Sarah is eight. She definitely has the attitude, but still seems like my little girl. In some ways she is still little, I took her in for her well visit this week and she was only in the 7th percentile for height and 25th percentile for weight. That means that 93% of the kids her age are taller than her and 75% weigh more than her. At this age it's not too noticeable, but if the trend continues in the next few years we will see a difference. For now I'm just trying to deal with the little girls who isn't acting so little anymore.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Muffins, Muffins and More Muffins
When Andy started public school I avoided the PTO like the plague. I wanted nothing to do with it. I was happy to help whenever asked and volunteer for different jobs around the school, bring things needed in the classrooms for the teachers and even split the job of room mom one year, but was never, ever going to join the PTO.
I would have been perfectly happy with my elementary school career if we had continued like that, but then we moved. Nothing wrong with moving, but all the friends I first met when we moved here were very active in the PTO. We have over 600 kids in our school and there are only about 10 people on the PTO and I happened to make friends with all of them. Okay, one or two, but that was enough. So, I started feeling like I needed to get involved and go to the meetings and here I am, a member of the PTO. Just one of many reasons you should never say never.
Anyway, I was a pretty low key member and couldn't even make it to most meetings because they were at the same time we have a Spanish tutor come to the house for the kids, until the PTO President, who is also one of the moms in Sarah's Brownie Troop, asked me if I would head up "Muffins With Mom". I had already told her I wouldn't be in charge of some other event, so I felt guilty and said yes.
Muffins With Mom is something that we do the Friday before Mother's Day. The kids come in before school with their mom and have muffins, coffee, juice and a little fruit. There's a tiny craft and it's all put on by the PTO. Apparently last year's event was a total disaster because they underestimated how many people would be there and ran out of muffins and people had to wait 45 minutes in the rain before they found out they wouldn't be getting a muffin. Seriously, you can't make this stuff up.
So there was a little bit of pressure not to screw this one up and to do it right this year. There were already people saying they weren't going to come and a handful of people cornered me asking what we were going to do differently to prevent a repeat of last year. I'll tell you what we did. We ordered the equivalent of 2000 muffins, split up the line so that people could get through it faster, lengthened the time of the event and had a kick ass craft for the kids to do after they ate their muffins. I came up with a really cute paper flower craft for the kids to do so they could give it to their mom, but it was super labor intensive and I spent most of the week punching out paper flowers on my Sizzix machine.
It probably all would have worked out fine except that Charlie was gone the entire week on business and everything that could have possibly been scheduled on our calendar that week was as well as some things that never are on our calendar. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and my village decreased exponentially when we moved. Every single person in my new village was called upon last week so I could get everything done.
I ended up staying up until 2 a.m. every night and finally caught up on my sleep by this Tuesday. I didn't even get to eat a muffin with my kids at the Muffins With Mom event, but I did get to see something wonderful. I dragged the three kids out of bed at 6 a.m. on Friday so we could be to the school by 7 a.m., and all three of them pitched in and helped set up for the event. Even Amanda. They did not whine or complain and did what was asked and even asked how they could help. They forfeited a lot of my time last week as I got ready and tried to prepare a craft for 400 kids (that was our estimate) and they didn't complain when several kids made seven or eight flowers and they got to make one. I was so, so proud of them.
In the end we had a lot of muffins left over, but everybody said the event was a huge success and I think most of the bad feelings from the year before are gone. Plus, if I need to do it again next year it will be a ton easier because I know exactly what needs to be done. I'm still not super gung ho about being involved with the PTO, but at least now I know I can survive when called upon.
I would have been perfectly happy with my elementary school career if we had continued like that, but then we moved. Nothing wrong with moving, but all the friends I first met when we moved here were very active in the PTO. We have over 600 kids in our school and there are only about 10 people on the PTO and I happened to make friends with all of them. Okay, one or two, but that was enough. So, I started feeling like I needed to get involved and go to the meetings and here I am, a member of the PTO. Just one of many reasons you should never say never.
Anyway, I was a pretty low key member and couldn't even make it to most meetings because they were at the same time we have a Spanish tutor come to the house for the kids, until the PTO President, who is also one of the moms in Sarah's Brownie Troop, asked me if I would head up "Muffins With Mom". I had already told her I wouldn't be in charge of some other event, so I felt guilty and said yes.
Muffins With Mom is something that we do the Friday before Mother's Day. The kids come in before school with their mom and have muffins, coffee, juice and a little fruit. There's a tiny craft and it's all put on by the PTO. Apparently last year's event was a total disaster because they underestimated how many people would be there and ran out of muffins and people had to wait 45 minutes in the rain before they found out they wouldn't be getting a muffin. Seriously, you can't make this stuff up.
So there was a little bit of pressure not to screw this one up and to do it right this year. There were already people saying they weren't going to come and a handful of people cornered me asking what we were going to do differently to prevent a repeat of last year. I'll tell you what we did. We ordered the equivalent of 2000 muffins, split up the line so that people could get through it faster, lengthened the time of the event and had a kick ass craft for the kids to do after they ate their muffins. I came up with a really cute paper flower craft for the kids to do so they could give it to their mom, but it was super labor intensive and I spent most of the week punching out paper flowers on my Sizzix machine.
It probably all would have worked out fine except that Charlie was gone the entire week on business and everything that could have possibly been scheduled on our calendar that week was as well as some things that never are on our calendar. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and my village decreased exponentially when we moved. Every single person in my new village was called upon last week so I could get everything done.
I ended up staying up until 2 a.m. every night and finally caught up on my sleep by this Tuesday. I didn't even get to eat a muffin with my kids at the Muffins With Mom event, but I did get to see something wonderful. I dragged the three kids out of bed at 6 a.m. on Friday so we could be to the school by 7 a.m., and all three of them pitched in and helped set up for the event. Even Amanda. They did not whine or complain and did what was asked and even asked how they could help. They forfeited a lot of my time last week as I got ready and tried to prepare a craft for 400 kids (that was our estimate) and they didn't complain when several kids made seven or eight flowers and they got to make one. I was so, so proud of them.
In the end we had a lot of muffins left over, but everybody said the event was a huge success and I think most of the bad feelings from the year before are gone. Plus, if I need to do it again next year it will be a ton easier because I know exactly what needs to be done. I'm still not super gung ho about being involved with the PTO, but at least now I know I can survive when called upon.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Mother's Day
Every few years Sarah's birthday falls on Mother's Day. This year was one of them. She figured out months ago that her birthday was the same as Mother's Day and she was really excited about it. Until a few days ago, when she realized that sharing the day with me meant that it wasn't all about her. Except that she was wrong. Well, mostly wrong.
The kids did give me some lovely cards and crafts that they made in school, except for Andy who gave me some lame excuse about accidentally throwing a poem away and then not rewriting it (totally the dog ate my homework excuse) which really was fine for an 11 year old boy. Charlie made me an awesome breakfast and that was about it. Which is fine, really. We don't really celebrate ourselves that much. We go all out for the kids, but we are pretty low key when it comes to Mother's/Father's Day, our birthdays, our anniversary, and anything else. In fact last week we were wondering if we should actually make a bigger deal about things so the kids realize that it is important to celebrate us.
Anyway, when I became a mom and had Andy I pretty much realized that I wasn't going to come first anymore and it was rarely going to be about me. But that's okay, that's what motherhood is. That's why we do this. If it was about me I probably would have given up and left a long time ago. Because this is the hardest job I will ever do, want it or not. There are mornings like today when the kids are sweet and wonderful and tell me how much they love me and give me big hugs and there are evenings like today when Amanda was screaming through her bath and telling me she didn't want me to give it to her she wanted Daddy. And there are days when your kid tells you they want it all to be about them no matter how much it should be about you as well.
I'm not whining or complaining or really making myself clear at all, I'm just saying today was exactly what it should have been. A day I spent with my sweet little girl who is growing up so fast and was a little bit angry that it snowed on her birthday but still had a wonderful day with friends and family and a big pink cake. Because if it hadn't been spent that way, then I wouldn't be much of a mother, would I? Isn't that what this day is all about?
Happy Mother's Day to my mother, mother-in-law, sister, sisters-in-law, friends and anyone else who had shaped me into the mother I am today. I love you all more than you know!
The kids did give me some lovely cards and crafts that they made in school, except for Andy who gave me some lame excuse about accidentally throwing a poem away and then not rewriting it (totally the dog ate my homework excuse) which really was fine for an 11 year old boy. Charlie made me an awesome breakfast and that was about it. Which is fine, really. We don't really celebrate ourselves that much. We go all out for the kids, but we are pretty low key when it comes to Mother's/Father's Day, our birthdays, our anniversary, and anything else. In fact last week we were wondering if we should actually make a bigger deal about things so the kids realize that it is important to celebrate us.
Anyway, when I became a mom and had Andy I pretty much realized that I wasn't going to come first anymore and it was rarely going to be about me. But that's okay, that's what motherhood is. That's why we do this. If it was about me I probably would have given up and left a long time ago. Because this is the hardest job I will ever do, want it or not. There are mornings like today when the kids are sweet and wonderful and tell me how much they love me and give me big hugs and there are evenings like today when Amanda was screaming through her bath and telling me she didn't want me to give it to her she wanted Daddy. And there are days when your kid tells you they want it all to be about them no matter how much it should be about you as well.
I'm not whining or complaining or really making myself clear at all, I'm just saying today was exactly what it should have been. A day I spent with my sweet little girl who is growing up so fast and was a little bit angry that it snowed on her birthday but still had a wonderful day with friends and family and a big pink cake. Because if it hadn't been spent that way, then I wouldn't be much of a mother, would I? Isn't that what this day is all about?
Happy Mother's Day to my mother, mother-in-law, sister, sisters-in-law, friends and anyone else who had shaped me into the mother I am today. I love you all more than you know!
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Kid Quote of the Day
"I'm glad he didn't pick Fred!"
-Amanda, when we were telling the story about how Charlie picked her name.
-Amanda, when we were telling the story about how Charlie picked her name.
A New PR
Last Friday the kids had a "Run4Funds" event at school. It's a big fundraiser done by the PTO to raise money for the school. This year all the money will go to update the library and the plans are pretty cool. I've never been a big fan of this fundraiser, but it's growing on me and the kids love it. Basically, the kids are supposed to get people to sponsor them and give them money for each lap they do around a very small track. Each lap is 1/16th of a mile. I didn't realize this the first year that Andy did Run4Funds and I tought that each lap was the size of a lap on a normal track. I sponsored him $2 a lap and I owed sixty-something dollars by the end of the run. I was not happy.
Fast forward a few years and both of the kids are doing it. Last year I didn't go and the kids weren't very happy with me so this year not only did I go but I ran with them. That may not sound like a big deal, but in both grades I was the only parent running with their kid. I wasn't the only adult because some of the teachers ran too, but I was the only parent (except the art teacher did run with her daughter who is in Andy's grade).
Sarah's grade was the first group to go and we ran for 30 minutes around the track. She ran as much as she could but Sarah can't run that well so we walked about half of it. She did end up doing 17 laps, which was a new PR (that's runner lingo for Personal Record) from the 12 she did last year. I did help with the last half of laps 16 and 17 by carrying her on my back, but she was so, so happy that she completed a mile and I was pretty proud of her as well.
I got an hour break and then came back to run with Andy. I wasn't so sure that he would really want his mom there with him, but he seemed cool with it. He wanted me to pace him, but my pace was a little fast so I just did what he did. There was one lap where he sprinted as fast as he could and I barely kept up with him. Pretty impressive since he looks like he runs really slow. In the end he had a new PR too and he thanked me for coming out to run with him.
In the end I was so glad I did it with them and hope that they remember it as fondly as I do. I guess we're starting a new tradition!
Fast forward a few years and both of the kids are doing it. Last year I didn't go and the kids weren't very happy with me so this year not only did I go but I ran with them. That may not sound like a big deal, but in both grades I was the only parent running with their kid. I wasn't the only adult because some of the teachers ran too, but I was the only parent (except the art teacher did run with her daughter who is in Andy's grade).
Sarah's grade was the first group to go and we ran for 30 minutes around the track. She ran as much as she could but Sarah can't run that well so we walked about half of it. She did end up doing 17 laps, which was a new PR (that's runner lingo for Personal Record) from the 12 she did last year. I did help with the last half of laps 16 and 17 by carrying her on my back, but she was so, so happy that she completed a mile and I was pretty proud of her as well.
I got an hour break and then came back to run with Andy. I wasn't so sure that he would really want his mom there with him, but he seemed cool with it. He wanted me to pace him, but my pace was a little fast so I just did what he did. There was one lap where he sprinted as fast as he could and I barely kept up with him. Pretty impressive since he looks like he runs really slow. In the end he had a new PR too and he thanked me for coming out to run with him.
In the end I was so glad I did it with them and hope that they remember it as fondly as I do. I guess we're starting a new tradition!
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Inside Joke
This evening after the kids went to bed I was sitting in the office, which is at the bottom of the stairs, doing something on the computer when I heard Amanda laughing. She had been asleep for over an hour so I sort of ignored it at first but listened to make sure she wasn't actually crying. After a bit I went upstairs to check on her and confirm that everything was okay.
Her eyes were open when I walked in the room. I asked her if she had a funny dream and she gave me a little smile and said yes. The I told her to go back to sleep and gave her a kiss and she very simply said "ok" and closed her eyes. So much easier the the hundreds of other times I have been in her room late at night.
There's no better sound that a young child laughing, especially when it's not expected. It reminds me of how little she still is, and how I get to keep her that way for a bit longer, even though she's starting to grow up.
Her eyes were open when I walked in the room. I asked her if she had a funny dream and she gave me a little smile and said yes. The I told her to go back to sleep and gave her a kiss and she very simply said "ok" and closed her eyes. So much easier the the hundreds of other times I have been in her room late at night.
There's no better sound that a young child laughing, especially when it's not expected. It reminds me of how little she still is, and how I get to keep her that way for a bit longer, even though she's starting to grow up.
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