Stella is a girl with goals. Sometimes her goals are as simple as manipulating me into giving her a cupcake for breakfast. A couple of weeks ago, however, she outlined her life plan to me. Her life through the age of 17, anyway. I had asked her if she could please refrain from growing up because I am still enjoying her little-ness. She replied that she really needs to grow up because she is waiting to get a car and drive. I told her she can't do that until she's at least 16, so she started thinking about all the things she will do/be until then. I guess she's just going to chill and be little for a few more years because her plan doesn't start until age 11:
Age 11: Cooking lady (our nickname for Giada de Laurentis)
Age 12: Judge on Chopped (apparently we watch a lot of the Food Network)
Age 13: Yoga teacher
Age 14: Gymnastics teacher
Age 15: Doctor
Age 16: Sales Associate at Charming Charlies
Age 17: Hannah Montana. Please note: she only wants to be Hannah Montana at home for 4 days; the rest of the time she wants to be her in Hannah Montana World.
Oh, to be a young, blank slate.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Rock the Party!!!!
CRAP! I did it again. I swore I would be better about updating my blog, if for no other reason than to have a place to chronicle all the wild and crazy things my babies (not so much babies any more) do and say. And, do they ever say and do some wild and crazy things. Recently, we "rocked this party out," because isn't that what you do when someone at school gives you a balloon?
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