(i promise today i won’t post any naked pictures of anyone.)
stuck in my head. stuck, damnit.
ella ella eh eh eh eh eh
note to self…teach Emily to like different music.
and heaven help me…in september, she and i are going to see
on the one hand, it kills me that my little girl is growing up. she’s 6, going on 18. i want it to slow down sometimes. i want her to appreciate being a kid and being carefree and not having to worry about her weight and boys and friends and peer pressure and college and a job and money and a husband and kids. (see…moving way too quickly. in my head i’m already a grandmother. yikes!)
but on the other hand, i kinda like having her as a friend. she’s getting to the point where i can hang out with her. and take her shopping and to starbucks. we’re pals….the two of us.
i mean, i’m certainly a far cry from Amy Poehler in Mean Girls
(remind me to NEVER try to be THAT mom. the one who thinks she’s best friends with her daughter’s friends. shoot. me. first. please)
but i like that we can sit down and watch She’s the Man and eat popcorn and talk about the fact that there’s NO way anyone would think that Amands Bynes was a boy. she’s my daughter, but she’s also a pretty cool little girl. she’s got better style than i do, is a much better dancer (hands down) and is that friend who will always tell you the truth..the best kind of friend..
“um, mommy, are you sure you want to wear that to work today?”
now, if only she could stop listening to umbrella….ella ella eh eh eh eh.
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