Holy Terror

I love my girl. I love her tenacity. How daring she is, and how she takes all things in stride. I have more than once called her my "what the hell" child. And I mean that in a good way, for her, but not for me. This child will be the death of me, I swear. Many are the times I have had to take a deep breath and just watch, knowing that whatever she is up to may not end well, and luckily, when it doesn't she cries only for a moment before she is, truthfully, back at whatever it was that she just got hurt doing. She looks at all things as something she CAN do. Hence the "what the hell" label. Alexandra looks at things, get that particular look in her eye, the one that you can just see her wheels spinning with, and you know she is off to it. No matter what it may be.

Off-tracking

Let's see, both the kids are back in school, for now. Both started dance this week, but we only started on Wednesday and Nathan has a Tuesday class too. I guess I need to find this families grove. Easier said then done. We have only a few days before Nathan tracks-off (he goes to school for 5-6 weeks then is off for 3 weeks) and that usually throws things into a tailspin. As hard as I try to keep the same routine every day, there is just something about having him home that throw a wrench in nearly everything. I love the kid, and he is by no means a pest, but it's just WEIRD to have him home all of a sudden. Nothing really changes, we just don't take him to school. But that also means he wants to play with friends, eat lunch, have snacks. He needs me to help him with a few of those things, which I do. But some days it just makes things really complicated. More so for me. I like my schedule and when we throw a wrench in it, ugh. And just as I get use to having him home, back he goes to school. I think this is some one's idea of a joke. Maybe I am just the only one who doesn't find it to be terribly funny. I can safely say that this schedule was not created with mom's in mind.