Next week we’ll be getting Chris a car! Wooohooooo! It’s not impossible but it’s very very difficult to share the minivan with the circumstances lately. It’s a family affair and sometimes an act of Congress to get Chris to work on time in the mornings. And inevitably, the girls are both asleep when it’s time to go pick him up. Ahhhh, life will be so much easier with our new (um, well, used) car!
After we dropped Chris off at work, we had to go to Target. Why, you ask? Because we needed a box of tattoos, naturally. The ninja turtle tattoo that Trindon’s valentine had on it was “too scary” for Miss Gracie’s delicate little wrist, and Aunt Brooke brought over a Bratz one that had been stuck to a valentine she’d been given by one of her students. So…Gracie was very excited until we tried to apply it and only half of it actually stuck to her skin. Oh, the drama that ensued! So knowing that Target still had Valentine’s Day things–and on 75% off– we went to Target. Where Gracie reminded me that she needed a new toy. And she was right, kind of. Uncle Bob sent both the girls a $100 gift card and we haven’t had a chance to get something fun for Gracie. So she spent the entire $100 on clothes (her choice-and she picked out some cute things too!) a Bella Dancerella ballet mat and instructional DVD, and a Ballet puppy in a carrier…why the heck would a puppy need ballet slippers and leg warmers? I didn’t ask, it was her money. (And Uncle Bob, thank you very much. Trinity’s going to get a baby swing for the back yard when the weather turns nicer.)
BTW–you Target mommies, they have a TON of valentines-ey and heart themed clothes left with the valentine candy and cards. We got solid pink, red, and black scooter skirts for $1.50 each and Gracie picked out a jean skirt with pink embroidered hearts on it for $2.49! That’s my girl!
Oh they are soooo cheesy!
Tickling her sister…
Okay, then on to gymnastics, where Gracie has now completed “level one” in her division…she got a certificate and we got a decal for the car. I looked at it and froze. At 23, I would see those white gymnastics/cheer/soccer stickers plastered on the back of some poor weary-eyed mom’s (dirty) minivan and think “oh, that is soooo not going to be me. I’m going to be so much cooler as a mom” Hahaha! If you see some crazy woman in a red Chrysler minivan weaving in and out of the lines in the road, pacifier clamped in her teeth, wiping something gooey off her hand onto a burp cloth, one hand on the wheel and the other fishing on the floorboard for a thrown bottle, go easy on her. It’s probably me. Congrats, Gracie…you’ve officially made me a gymnastics mom. Actually I am very very proud of her. She’s doing well. She wants ballet lessons too. Sigh. One window decal at a time…
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