Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is a guaranteed mother-daughter day. Someone chided me recently that I'll cry in two Augusts when Bella makes her way into her kindergarten classroom and I had to stifle the laugh. Mark my words -- if there are tears, they will be tears of joy.
But that's not to say there aren't really good days that I cherish, that make me not pray for a speedy next 18 months. For instance, there's the full-on costume required to participate in the horribly cheesy ballet-lessons-on-VHS that the Mountain Man brought home from a yard sale:
And Bella delighting in huge, fresh berries from the local co-op. Delighting in them so much, actually, that she lets you know she's going to eat every last one so Javi doesn't get any when he gets home from school.
I mean, her nickname is Meanie Weenie. What do you expect?