HeHe’s 20th Birthday

So it’s not that I’m twice her age. It’s not that I’m at least perched on top of the hill with a view over the other side. It’s not that I am “no longer cool,” as I have never been “cool” anyway. But my 20-year-old daughter is so much more… everything. I’m such a goober compared to her. I believe the term used nowadays is DUFF (Dumb Ugly Fat Friend).

Now really, I am not in any way trying to gain any kind of sympathy. I don’t want to hear any “Oh, Allison, you’re beautiful and cool, too!” I’m a realist. I can accept it. And I have proof.

For Hailey’s birthday, we drove out to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho for dinner. Because that’s about an hour from our house, we had fun singing in the car. Hailey made lip sync videos with Clara, Presley, and me. Therein lies my proof. Take a look for yourself:

So I have no doubt you see it, too. (And we are way past the fact that she knew her words way better than I knew mine!) She’s just a “cool” 20-year-old. I’d say she gets it from her dad, but I’ve known him for too long.

Anyway, Happy Birthday, my beautiful, oh so much more cooler than me daughter. I love you!

Whistling while you work

So it’s spring cleaning time around here. It’s really not too bad of a prospect. Our lovable little home really only gives us 2 options to collect: junk or kids. We have chosen kids. That means clutter doesn’t really pile up. There’s always the outgrown clothes and shoes that we are constantly cycling through, and forgotten about toys that often find their way to Other Mothers. But stuff to just throw away instead of trading it in or putting it in storage (in case of future “collections”) really only occurs in individual spaces. For example, about once a month I go through Clara & Presley’s room with them and a trash bag. Same thing with Little Adrian, but the rest is pretty good. Today, for our Spring Cleaning time, we (Clara, Presley, J’onn, Cory and I) will be working on the hallway, bathroom and family room. It will only take an hour or so to sanitize and organize. (My hope is this will also help us get rid of all these colds we’ve had!) So, upon royal proclamation by the queen this morning that the people of the land, who partake of the riches of this kingdom, would be helping her majesty clean in these three areas, the rumble throughout the land was that of moaning and sighs. The queen responded by explaining that her little subjects should be grateful that we have these things to clean, and that their mother queen would take the time to teach them should inspire them to ban the dreaded dust bunnies with me! The fact that they do not live in a pig sty (at least not most of the time) should leave them feeling overwhelmed with gratefulness. To which the older peasants simply walked away. But with this video I declare there is hope in the land: Ok, so it’s not whistling, but it is singing with a joyful heart while he does his daily vacuuming. Good boy, J’onny. I hereby knight you Sir Joyful Worker.