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This picture is so awesome for many reasons. Allow me:
1. The ponies? They stayed in the. whole. time.
2. She's in footed jammies. In public =0)
3. This picture of her big sister is her favorite thing to take
all over the house with her. Awww. or :::shiver::: depending on
how you interpret the look on big sister's face.

also? I am dropping out of the competition for Mother of the Year. I know I would have won, if not placed in the top three, with my diabolical plan. Alas, it will not be coming to fruition as a I cannot afford to purchase the required cds needed for all of the wristbands. Really sucks right? That it comes down to the almighty dollar or lack thereof. The silver lining (and Lord knows I try to find one of those!)....the kids never knew about it so they won't be any wiser. Still, it hurts when I see BTR on the tv and know that we were thisclose to seeing them live. I'm going to go cry now*.

and tomorrow? Remind me to tell you about how I went from pushover mom to *that* mom that the special ed dept will be talking about at the water cooler. People should be careful when patting on a mama's head and talking down to her. Mama doesn't like that.

*don't worry, there are other reasons for the tears, not just missing the band. I act like I'm ten but I'm not really ten. Not today at least. Perhaps tomorrow. We shall see.


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