Okay, well partially.  I can’t tell you all the details yet! 

My family and I went out to eat tonight with a woman who is doing a story in a magazine about me and my mom being diagnosed with breast cancer.  The bad news is I can’t tell you which magazine until it prints!  So I’m sorry about that, but just know it’s a national magazine you have heard of and probably read on a regular basis.  How cool is that???  We’re getting our story told.  That’s what I wanted! Just to be able to help people, touch people with what I have to say.  Our story is incredible from beginning to now, and I just think, what an opportunity!  Talk about having more than I ever asked for or imagined!  This is big time…

So I’ll be tied up for the next couple days doing interviews.  Weird huh?  Like I’m important or something!  Haha!  No, I’m not important, I just talk alot. 

Holland came over today and the girls had a special princess tea party.  I put on my apron and played their waitress.  They are too adorable!  Of course I took pictures!

Cinderalla and Belle eat cookies and drink their tea.

The girls giggle a lot!  What angels! 

Gracie goes to an amazing preschool, one that has families much like ours.  Moms and dads who love eachother and their little munchkins and would do anything for them. (And for the price of what we pay for her to go to  preschool, that’s pretty obvious!  LOL)  But there are a couple families whose moms are either complete idiots or are just not very careful people with poor judgement. I can’t tell…

This morning it was raining so hard, and as I headed into the school with my keys and Trinity in one hand, and umbrella in my other hand and Gracie in front of me dancing and twirling her umbrella and getting completely SOAKED…I noticed a minivan drive up and let a little girl out.  Odd, I thought, for a four year old…but if she’s used to it, I guess that’s just how they do it.  She ran on ahead of us and out of sight.  We got to the elevator and the janitor stopped us and asked if we wouldn’t mind going up to the 3rd floor to retreive a lost child.  Poor baby had pushed the wrong floor on the elevator, gotten off, the door shut behind her and she was alone in the dark!  I went to get her and she was shaking and scared to death!  I calmed her down and brushed her hair out of her face.  Then I became very angry. I dropped both girls off and told the preschool director, who also became quite upset and told me she would take care of the situation.

How could you even risk that happening to your child?  Because it was raining???  

Boot to the head.