You're fighting about WHAT?!?!?!

My 2 youngest children are 8 year apart in age.  They totally love each other.  Stevi counts the days when Hunter is at his dads, and Hunter will play tea party and Barbies with Stevi.

Being so far in age you would think that they wouldn't have anything to fight about, but you would be wrong.

As Stevi is getting older and trying to be more independent, they seem to be fighting even more.  The sad thing is the things they are fighting about ARE STUPID!!!!

Let's see... 2 weeks ago they got into a huge yelling match about whether or not Stevi knew all the words to "I see the Light" from the Tangled Soundtrack.   The other day Hunter told Stevi that rocks don't bleed and Stevi told Hunter he is a bad brother.  Taking Hunter to school one morning They fought over how much touching was allowed to take place regarding Hunter's razor scooter, and just Tuesday morning Stevi screamed at Hunter for trying to hold her hand as they crossed the parking lot, she yelled "I'm all grown up now and I don't need to hold your yucky hand!!"  and Hunter replied "My hand isn't yucky, maybe it's your hand that's yucky... ever think of that?"

I have been considering making them a "get along" shirt!!!  either that or sell them to the Gypsies!!

I am someone beautiful to my daughter.

I want nothing more then my daughter to grow up healthy, both physically and mentally.  I want my daughter to have a positive body image about her self, I want her to love herself, and I know that comes from what she sees and hears around her.

Problem is I have huge issues with my body, and I'm the last person I like.  Hypocrite? Maybe, or maybe I just want more for my daughter then what I have.  It's a hard life not liking who is looking back at you in the mirror , it's stressful clothes shopping and upsetting when you leave a store with nothing more then wet tissues from crying in the dressing rooms.

So here I stand needing to teach my daughter about self love and acceptance when I have none for myself.

I don't work on Fridays, and have found that they are the BEST days to run errands because the stores aren't packed with people.  Being in need for a dress for an up coming celebration, I hit a few clothing stores.  Stevi and I were in a nice big dressing room while I tried on dress after dress, trying not to make faces at myself or make that "OH MY GOD" noise.

As I would stared at myself in the mirror, Stevi would add her comments... "Wow, that dress makes you looking so Beautiful" "That color is pretty on you mama" "WOW that is so fancy, buy that one".

I left with a dress and a tear in my eye, not because I hated who I saw in the mirror, but because I am someone beautiful to my daughter.

Jeopardy Jollies

One show that Doug and I like watching together is Jeopardy.  We love it!!!  And we have our little jokes, our likes and dislikes.

I hate hate HATE it when people pick from the middle of the board, Yeah I know they are looking for the daily double, but it makes me mad, I root for their gaming demise when they do this!

When Doug doesn't know the Answer (err Question... Whatever!!!) he guesses Shecky, it is NEVER Shecky...I don't even know anyone named Shecky, and I doubt you do too.

When Raistlin doesn't know the Answer (err Question...Hey get off my back!!) he guesses Portugal.  He's right about 3% of the time, but when he is right he does a celebration dance as if he hadn't really guessed!!!

Last night I started yelling out answers to the categories before the game started.  One was "silent g's" I yelled out Night, another was "3 lettered body parts"  I yelled eye, arm, toe...  Doug just looked at me and asked "Do you have Jeopardy Tourette?"  Well I guess I do Doug, I guess I do!