Mia's Hope: Ya Ya Sisters Day and other random Hasty things!

Hello Friends!

As I type, Miss Delaney is hopefully down for an afternoon nap. She has been running a fever on and off for a few days now. Poor thing. Unfortunately someone in our family has been sick for the last 4 weeks. We’ve had the stomach flu, colds, more flues, and now another cold again. I miss church. We’ve only been once in 4 weeks. YUCK> So if you think about it, say a prayer for Miss D tonight.

It’s just another Manic Monday. Wish it were a Sunday. Ha.

Many of you may know that we celebrated YaYa Sisters Day on Saturday. You may be thinking “what in the world is YaYa Sisters Day?” This is a holiday that Angie and I created about 4 years ago. We decided that we needed a holiday just to celebrate the fact that God made us sisters and friends. Every year close to the first day of fall (our favorite time), we get together and give each other gifts, have a nice dinner and do whatever we want. We tell secrets, we cry, we laugh, we HAVE FUN! For the past few years we have both been saying that we needed to include my cousin Jenee who does not have a sister. She is our only female cousin on my moms side, and we are both very close to her. (she might as well be our sister). So this year we extended our invite to include our cousin. But we couldn’t invite her without inviting her mother who just happens to be my moms only sister. So Sisters Day went from just two sisters, to five and WE HAD A BLAST!!!

Friends, if you have sisters or if you just have friends, you need to find a day to do this. It will change your life. It has brought us closer every year, and every year we are trying to think of something “fun” to do on our Sisters Day. All year we are picking up small things here and there that maybe our sister mentioned they needed or wanted. To see the look on their face when they open it and see that we listened to them and remembered what they said is amazing. This year I got…a set of cookie sheets, Rachel Ray offset spatulas, Paula Deen mixing bowls, a snuggie, a Christmas Rug, 3 cookbooks, and Autumn basket, Halloween decorations, a Yankee Candle and air freshener, lip gloss, a sisters plaque, and 2 picture frames. I’m sure that I'm missing something, but can you believe it? None of us went overboard on our spending, but we just bought what we thought the other would like. Too fun.

I won’t bore you will all of the details of our Sisters Day but I will share with you a few of our YaYa Sisters Day Commandments:

Thou shalt not text home
Thou shalt not count calories
Thou shalt eat whatever you want
Thou must go shopping
Thou must not talk about anything sad, and if thou talks about anything sad, thou must put 25 cents towards the next Sisters Day (indecently we have about $10 in quarters saved for next year…what can I say, it’s been a hard year)

Okay, I’m almost done talking about our YaYa SD 2009, but I have to mention on other thing. My mom bought us all snuggies. We opened presents outside on the patio, the weather was nice and honestly we had so many presents we wouldn’t have fit inside the house. We looked like a cult sitting outside in our black snuggies. (they look like Scream costume minus the masks). Anyway, mom has a motion light that kept going on and off. At one point the light went off and I heard Angie say “can anyone see?” When the light came back on my Aunt Lisa was standing up saying (in her long black “cult” snuggie) “And now our Sisters Day sacrifice can begin.” Guess you had to be there, but we all laughed till we cried. I’m sure the neighbors wondered what the heck was happening. LOL>

Other than that last week was a pretty fast uneventful week for us. However, Carleigh Rae started her first “big girl” ballet class. Up until now she has been in wee and pre-ballet. Basically just an intro to ballet. Now she’s old enough to be in the big girl class and it’s very serious. She will be in a group of girls older than her and some a lot more advanced than she. I’m praying that it really challenges her passion for dance. I would have loved to have done something like that when I was young. There is no doubt that if I would have started when I was her age I would probably own my own studio today. I LOVE DANCE, and I see that same passion for it in her eyes. She did great her first class and I can’t wait to see how much she advances this year.

Miss D starts her first ballet class tonight. She is super excited. I can’t wait to take pictures. My friend Melissa (the friend that makes the cutest hair bows) made her a purple and white tutu and I cannot wait to put it on her. She tells me “i’ne already a ballerina mommy”. I’ll post some pictures tomorrow.

Emmitt turns 8 1/2 tonight at 10:53. 8 1/2 years ago our entire life changed for the better. This kid is truly a gift from God. I know what your thinking, yes, I’ve already made the 1/2 birthday cake and yes, we will sing happy birthday to him tonight and eat said half birthday cake. It’s tradition.

Lastly I have to mention that while last night in the shower I realized something…I’m “One Of Those Moms”. If you don’t know what I mean let me clarify:

I’m “One Of Those Moms” who:

says things like “make good choices today.”
needs the occasional night out and when that happens usually two minutes after the kids are gone I’m ready for them to come home.
doesn’t feel “freedom” when I'm by myself, I feel lonely.
is the last person to sit and eat at the dinner table and while it’s clear that every one has at least had two or three bites already says (like I didn’t notice that they’ve already started eating) “Who’s going to pray over our meal?”
is sometimes too tired to shower after taking care of everyone all day.
tries to have warm baked goodies for the kids when they get home from school at least two or three times per week.
gets frustrated after everyone leaves there stuff lying all over the house and instead of just telling them to take care of it, I pick it up and huff and puff the whole time so they can hear me.
goes shopping for myself and ends up buying for the kids and not having money left for myself.
volunteers every chance I get just so I can get an extra few minutes at the school to let them know that I love them.
calls my kids “babies, hunney, nunney, love, sugar, sweetie and other annoying names
feels like when the kids miss a question at school it’s a personal reflection of my parenting skills.
hates to spank but is amazed at how quick it works. (don’t have to do it often, and I HATE to have to do it at all).
raises her voice at the kids (okay, yells), and then feels bad for a week afterward.
feels like I have the best job in the world. The positives waaaay outweigh the negatives.