I’m not even making excuses.
I had to post the picture of Monkey Girl yesterday.
So, here’s Five Question Friday on Saturday, yet again!
I’m not even making excuses.
I had to post the picture of Monkey Girl yesterday.
So, here’s Five Question Friday on Saturday, yet again!
When I get to feeling grinchy, I simply think of this girl.
She is, quite frankly, the kindest, sweetest, most generous soul I have ever known.
She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.
She loves everyone and wants nothing more than for everyone else to be happy.
If anyone has Christmas spirit, it is this girl.
And she has it every single day of the year.
She is my heart and I absolutely cannot imagine my life without her.
Monkey in the Middle is a concert God.
At least, in our family, he is.
Last night, he had his Winter Concert at school.
Due to lack of seating, we were relegated to the balcony, where I knew he’d never find us.
I wasn’t sure how that would go.
Would he look out and not find us and keep singing, or would he look out, not find us and freak out?
That boy looked for us the entire time he sang.
He never found us.
He continued to sing his little heart out.
He even smiled several times.
Unheard of.
He was awesome.
He was handsome.
We were so very proud of him.
I have no pictures because none came out from that distance.
But, trust me.
A concert God.
Now, please know that I do NOT use the term “miracle” lightly.
In fact, I take issue with the term in most cases.
For example, the movie “Miracle” about the 1980 US Olympic ice hockey team who beat the odds and beat the Russians in the Olympics?
I think it takes away from their hard work to call that a miracle.
Yes, they were the underdogs and for many reasons, shouldn’t have won.
However, they worked hard and calling it a miracle takes away from their hard work.
So, underdog story?
Yes.
Big surprise?
You betcha.
Miracle?
No.
However, I have to say, although I know how scientific it truly is and how it all works, physically, this baby growing in my belly?
Miracle.
I mean…seriously.
I am growing a human in my body.
It started out as a little nothing and is going to come out as a person.
How does that happen?
So very many things can go wrong, and for many people, unfortunately, it does.
And, we’re not done with this one yet, so I don’t want to speak prematurely that everything will be fine.
But if it is?
Miracle.
Right now, he/she is doing somersaults and you can see his/her little butt knocking against my skin.
It looks completely like the movie “Alien” but it’s awesome!
Miracle.
Yes, this is my fourth, and so by now, the whole miracle-ness of it all should have worn off.
But, it hasn’t.
And it won’t.
It’s crazy.
It’s insane.
It’s amazing.
It’s wonderful.
Miracle.
So, Baby Monkey had his Celebration (Christmas Concert) at Pre-K last night.
He was so excited to sing.
And sing he did.
Of course, he did so with his own, personal style.
Adding some sound effects here and there.
Goofing around on stage with his friend, who was sitting next to him. (Never understand why they let friends sit together at a concert)
Yet, he’s a character, and his fooling around was actually kinda funny.
Real Man and I tried to be stern but we couldn’t help ourselves.
And we laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Afterward, I said, “Why were you fooling around?”
He said, “Because my friends were fooling around.”
I said, “Nice deflection.”
Then, he turns to me with the big, innocent eyes and says “Mama…do you love me even when I’m fooling around?”
Aye caramba.
That one is going to be the death of me.
But, at least I’ll die smiling!
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