|They fight like beasts but love each other most fiercely.|
This was the case with my two girls. Their world was breaking in every which way. It was a hard and sad time. Alyssa reacted by crying and shutting down. While Jasmyn reacted by hating school. Jasmyn has always not only excelled at school, but absolutely loved it.
And while Alyssa became adjusted much more quickly (and has since sprouted a very wittily awesome sense of humor), Jazzy became comforted by a school drop-off routine. In fact, it was the only way that she could or would walk into the school. The parent dropping off had to hand her over to one of the teacher's waiting and said teacher had to hold her hand and walk a poor distraught Jasmyn inside the school.
|Alyssa is becoming a tween and hates having her picture taken now... So I like to taunt her by telling her that Mannequin Child just wants to pet her hair. Has it helped? No, of course not. But it's funny as fuck.|
Most of you who follow regularly know just how bad ass this little girl is. So seeing her like this broke my heart into a thousand pieces. Until today...
Today, for the first time ever, I dropped a confident Jasmyn off and she stated most proudly that she "knew the way". She did not take the teachers hand. Nay, my good friends. My little girl walked in with her head held high, beaming as bright as the sun.
|In her spare time, she's also practicing hula hoop tricks for when we become carnies.|
The teachers were shocked. I was shocked. I promptly did a Flash Gordan freeze jump and then high fived all of them. There was much merriment to be had!!
|It was exactly like this... Except I have red hair.|
I just wanted to share that bit of happiness with you. Because spreading joy is what I do, motherfuckers. And pimp slaps. I also partake in the ancient art of pimp slappery. So, if you ever see me on the street, just remember there's a 50/50 chance for you.
And now, I bring you some more awesomeness from my seven year old, whom could, without a doubt, win a fight in a biker bar.
|And she could do it asleep... With pasta on her lap... And not spill a noodle.|
Before I start these first couple off, let me just say that they were directed at my brother, Christopher. He is a known instigator and if you ever met him, you would probably be thinking the same thing. Jazzy is just badass enough to actually say what everyone else is probably thinking...
|I love my brother... We all do. But he really is a pain in the ass.|
Jazzy (to Christopher): Wouldn't it be creepy if you woke up in the middle of the night and I was staring at you like this (tilts head slightly to the side and stares without blinking with a big smile).
|After watching Hansel and Gretel with me, Jasmyn decided to hunt demons.|
Jazzy (to Christopher): I will scoop out your eyes and feed them to goats.
|Jazzy reading Harry Potter to me at bedtime. Because I love me some storytime!!!!|
Jazzy (to Christopher): I will put you in a washing machine... with knives.
|Chris actually had that one coming. I was there. I should know.|
Jazzy (about our server at a restaurant): Our waiter looks like Wolverine!! I bet he has claws!!
Jazzy: *giggling to herself in the back of the car for about 15 minutes*
Me: Jasmyn. What are you doing? Quit it!!
Jazzy: I'm being creepy, Mommy. It's what I do.
|Jasmyn, while watching American Ninja Warrior with me and the family, decided that she should start her training now. True story.|
Jazzy (after learning that I was taking fencing classes): I want to take fencing, mommy. I'll use a sword. Then you'll see me... *whispers to herself* Oh yes... You'll all see me.
|Jasmyn drinking Root Beer straight from the bottle decided to drop some truths about when her dad decides to date: "She's a girl. I'm a girl. I'll beat her down. That's just how I roll."|
Yea, I know... She's my hero too, guys. She's my hero too.