The relationship between mothers & daughters:

You are going to treasure this, especially later! So adorable!
That link…omGOSH!! I laughed so hard I had tears, I made my husband come watch and he cracked up to. Totally made my day! Thank you

I don’t think there is really a lot of doubt about what we all think Charley is saying to you there at the end.     blahblahnoocdblahblahblah  but we like that about you …

This scenario is hilarious, simply because London has such a personality of his own and at times can be soooo independent and other times be such a mama’s boy – the contradiction cracks me up!  However, having said that, when someone gives him an unwelcomed kiss on the cheek – usually Anthony, he will smack it off his face – literally.  Little Charley’s hand action there trying to get the hair back in her eyes, reminds me exactly of the motion L makes when he’s ‘removing a kiss.’ 

One other funny story and then I’ll shut up…the other day we were in a hurry trying to get all four of us out the door for something very important i’m sure, and London had “parked” his Sherrif Woody car behind the door leading to our garage.  Without realizing this very purposeful action of his, (and trying to be a good mom expecting that he would later pitch a fit bc we didn’t bring said action figure with us) I picked it up and started out the door to the car.  As soon as I hit the doorway where L could see me, his sweet adorable face you see so often in my pictures turned down, his brows furrowed, he put his finger in the air at me, and began SCREAMING something at me like some old angry shrew – waving the finger the entire time!  I literally had to turn my head back inside the door frame to keep him from seeing me laugh.  I’m sure what he was saying was something along the lines of, ‘i put that there for a reason, you big dummy, now put it back!’  Once i composed myself, i turned back to him and, of course, like any good mama would do, told him that was not how he talks to his mom, blah, blah, blah and tried to make a lesson out of it.  needless to say, the action figure was re-parked behind the door and my sweet little boy provided me with the necessary forced apology.

I actually changed the spelling of the name my mother gave me. I was sixteen. There were three of us called Karen in my class, so I became Karyn. It took her about five years to climb onto that one, but she has come around. Now I have a daughter who picked out her first pair of glasses this week. She chose the neon pink and orange plastic frames. They’re not the ones I would have picked for her, but she’s the one wearing them, so I let her choose. I do pick my battles, as I’ve heard that I should. Picking out frames for glasses and clothes, that’s the small stuff. I let it go.