Halo

She looks so sweet and innocent...she is a terminator child.
She terrorizes Jordan by taking his video games and hiding them under her bed.
She sneaks mascara and I find her fingerprints in my lipgloss.
She crashed into my big toe, ripping my toe nail off- just in time for summer sandals.
She calls her dad...and he comes running.
Today at the beach she was chasing boys in the water.
She changes her bathing suit five times a day, and must have a matching skirt for each bikini.
Today, she said, "Mommy, you are such a bad girl" when I took a sip of her water.
While driving in the car, she insists on turning the radio off and begs to listen to Katy Perry on my ipod.
We fight to put her hair in a pigtail..she prefers it down in hair-flip mode.
She's been wearing sandals that are two years old and that don't fit, because they have a butterfly on them.
After looking in the mirror and noticing a mosquito bite on her forehead, she came to me in tears and said, "I'm UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLY!!!!!"
Today, she dressed herself in Jordan's American Flag belt and proudly did the Miss Italy twirl and handwave.
She puts Brie in baby diapers and sings her lullabies.
When polishing her nails, each hand must be a different color.

I have no idea where she came from, I was a born tomboy- give me a ball and bat and show me the way to homeplate.
Give Sofia anything fuscia, shiny or frilly...and she will love you for life.

And THAT...is my girl.

Nervous Breakdown

Hmm. My post just posted without having been written. Damn nails. I must have clicked a button, have no idea which one, and off it went into blogland without a word written. Tonight, I'm in a rambling mood, chillin' and listening to Gianna Nannini. Love Gianna Nannini, loved her voice before I even understood a word she was singing. Do you realize that Italians listen to American music and have no idea what the lyrics mean? That's sad. Actually, in this period the lyrics of certain songs have taken on a new meaning, which is probably why I have iPod addiction.

Rough weekend, long weekend. I'm looking forward for the week to begin so I can finish my lessons and finally make it to June 7th, the book presentation. After the kidlings go to sleep I will finally have some time to write a speech and prepare. I am STRESSSSSSSSSED out, but hanging in.

The good news is that I've managed to wash all clothes. The bad news is that a couple of loads came out blue. I'm a hopeless case in the domestic department. That's okay, I like blue.

Yesterday, Sofia Madyson and I had a lunatic Mother, lunatic daughter day. She is just like her Mamma (poor girl). We went to play on this huge blow-up slide, ball pit, random toys complex thing. She was adorable in her little gray dress and busted lip that she got after falling off a table while dancing at a party. (Yeah, five and cube dancing...that's my girrrrrrrrl!) So, it was 12 on a Sunday morning and all the good little housewives of Grosseto were home preparing the big Sunday breakfast, we were playing. Sofia Madyson began sliding and having fun when two kids her age arrived, a boy and a girl. My princess went up to the two kids and tried to play with them. Bitch one and Ass two rejected my curly-haired wild child three times and as Bitch Mamma from Hell was about to get up and kick some five year old butt, Sofia did something extraordinary...

She whipped her little body around and went to play by herself. She earned Queen status in that moment and I was so PROUD of her independent self. (sofia - she just typed her name and says hi)This behavior was kind of shocking to me because Jordan would have attached himself to the two kids and cried had they not included him in their activities. Amazing how two kids can be so different, yet very similar.

Gotta go play Go Fish with my spectacular children.