And We're Off

Well, I've had so much fun becoming addicted to Julie's blog that I've finally decided to start my own. Like her, I'll place my disclaimer up front . . . you will probably be bored silly, but this is our life.

For those of you who don't know me that well, I'm a divorced Catholic pro-choice mom. I live in southeastern Virginia with my smart, adorable, witty and amazing 6 year old daughter . . . and yes . . . those are all traits she gets from her mother.

In addition to the Steelers winning a record 6th Superbowl on Sunday, the highlight of our weekend was K getting her picture in the paper decked out in her football gear. Needless to say, she was delighted and had to show everyone in line at the supermarket and even more delighted when they fussed over her appropriately. Yes, the princess is a ham.

Monday required a self imposed 2 hour delay for both of us to recover from the 12 heart attacks we suffered during the big game. K not only slept in her jersey, but insisted on wearing it to school as well. Luckily, we used all of our temporay Steeler's tattoos during the playoffs, so at least she didn't go to kindergarten with a football helmet on her cheek.

Today was another short day due to K's first dentist appointment. Yes, at 6 years old, she has been to the eye doctor twice, but managed to make it this long before seeing the dentist. In all fairness, I have excellent teeth, but horrible eyes.

She loved the denist (especially seeing her digital x-rays on the tv screen, which I have to admit, was pretty cool since they included BOTH her baby and "big kid" teeth on top of each other). The only down side was the discovery that one of her pierced ears had become infected (after THREE months trouble-free). Of course we discoved this in the waiting room when we took her earring out and were treated to massive amount of goo and blood. If nothing else, she should always remember her first trip to the dentist.