MOVING UNDERWATER

This is where you will find us for the next year or so. If you live close please come visit. Can't wait for more memories.

SO SAD DISNEY DAYS GONE!!!

Disney Days are almost over and as we wipe our little mouse tears we now move on to Aquarium passes. It's been a good three year go of Disney, but we gotta move on and hopefully Walt won't mind. We will promise to keep in touch and whenever we feel like spending unnecessary amounts of $ we will save and visit. Walt has been so good to us. He encouraged Parker to grow tall enough to finally ride space mountain and Indiana Jones, well that and the three pairs of socks he had on, but bygones. Walt helped us have so many AWESOME memories. Parker's second Birthday, running around with Cohen in my Tummy, visits with family and friends, late night fireworks, Parker's Jedi training, Halloween decorations, Christmas snow and so many pictures. It's why I began to love Southern Ca. He put in Nemo for Cohen and gave Andy patience to wait in line. Plus the candy. Walt gave Mommy sanity on 'what the hell are we gonna do' days and the Nestle cookie ice cream sandwich C'mon. I always packed lunch but would scrounge for the $4 ice cream sandwich $. So THANKS Disney Family we will miss you, but we have some underwater sea life to get to know. WE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It really is the happiest place on earth.

Sistas

WOW . . .

I never thought the day would come when my sister was the best friend a girl could ask for. Years of torment and pleading for the permission to be befriended by her and taken is as "cool enough for Carrie". Ins and OUTS, highs and LOWS, what I have seen, what she has seen. Together and APART. Time healed wounds and sent MANY e-mails. Sisters grew and so did women. Two people so different, yet so connected sailed on a life raft together through childhood, tears, smiles and unknown not knowing that one day we would together become the boat that would rescue each other to a safe harbor. I love my sister so deeply I can't imagine WHO or WHAT I would be without her. She has seen me raw and unaware and did not run. She actually likes WHO I am. STRONG and INDEPENDENT, bitchy and manipulative (she's my sister I can say that) I know her too. Our faults make our strengths shine in each other. By the way we can laugh our asses off and let music change our mood. We live in each other. Plus shes a kick ass Mom.We are sisters!

KINDERGARTEN ROCKS!!!

Parker's FIRST Birthday and . . . NOW

So it finally arrived . . . the first day of Kindergarten. Parker woke at 7 am and came out of his room fully dresses rubbing his eyes asking "is it time to go yet?" I LOVE him and his Parkerness. Excitement, fear, nerves and pure relief swept our home this morning as Mommy, Daddy, Parker and Cohen took the two block walk to school today. Parker skipped the whole way NO JOKE.

His teachers name? Ms. Brown. We stopped a woman looking official and talking to a group of other mommies at the doors to the school. I plainly asked where Ms. Browns room was when Parker squeezed my hand and said there she is Mommy. His long fingers pointing in the face of a black woman setting to to drop off her Little ones too. "there's Ms. Brown Mom". Feeling a bit embarrassed I kinda giggled and thankfully so did they. "Just cause her skin is brown does not mean her name is Ms. Brown . . . silly" I said shrugging it off and moving along. Still can't even send little Parkey off to school without some comedy. He really shined FIVE this morning.

My heart does not ache in his absence (c'mon Mom's lets get real) but rather in the fear somehow I have sent him off without the proper tools to "make it happen" for himself. Time will tell and I am READY to help him "make it happen" for himself. It's rather strange knowing time is where it is and the time that has past is really in the past. Just yesterday he was starting Kindergarten and he was not ready and we pulled him out never knowing in reality some day he would really have to try again. This time he was up dressed and ready to go before breakfast . . . what a difference a year makes.

So here we are and here we go YIPEEE . . . phew.

Is it three yet and where is my glass is wine?

Love Dana Mommy of a Kindergartener

PS First PTA meeting the 11 th that's a whole other blog.