Who's Idea Was School Picture Day Anyway?

I dont know who or when they decided schools needed to have two picture days a year, but if you know let me know. I really would like to speak with them. You know one is bad enough when you live with a dazzlin diva, aspiring supermodel, and so begins the latest chapter in the ongoing saga of Life With Kelli.
What a morning. I knew it was coming, we had been arguing for three days about what she was going to wear today, well she had been arguing, I had already let it be known. Had two brand new dresses, one for Easter Sunday and one for church or whatever. Now when she got them she "LOVED" them both. The Easter Dress is a pretty little white with black polka dots sleeveless number and the other a pretty little torquoise cotton dress with flower designs throughout.
We of course wanted to wear the Easter Dress. I told her no, for several reasons, mainly its too cold, its white and there is a lunch period at school and recess and finally doesnt fit in to the dress code at her school. Let the flood banks open, her come the tears. "Everyone is going to be laughing at me in that ugly old dress, its too baggy(its not, just not skin tight like the kids seem to be wearing these days), I look like a geek, it doesnt match my glasses and I cant remember what else she said, but let me assure you there was more. Ive begun to black out this morning to protect my sanity.
So she piddled as much as she possibly could this morning, I think she thought I'd just keep her home if she ran us late enough. Boy was she wrong, my main goal for the day after that fiasco was to get her to school. So she finally decided I wasn't giving in so she put on the dress. Now it was time for hair. No matter what I did, I was pulling her hair. At one point she howled until I reminded her the brush wasnt in her hair at that time, because I was getting the rubber bands off my wrist. So I put two pretty little pony tails on the top to pull her hair out of her eyes. "What are you trying to do to me? Its looks just awful, Now I have this stupid ugly, green dress and geek hair." But mother of the year with all her deep compasion for this poor sweet child, responded "too bad, Im done" There just comes a point when youve done everything you can and you have to step away. So we stomp out to the van and moan, groan and bellyache all the way to school. While I quietly realize my peaceful day is just a short time away. the walk in to school was especially lovely, not a word, just a glare all the way in. So while hanging her bag up out in the hall, she tells me, "here we go, theyre gonna laugh at me and your gonna feel real bad."
Im like OK whatever, and we enter the room to be greeted by three little girls who run up to tell her hwo pretty her dress is and that they like her hair. LOL She gave them a little smile and said thank you. I told her bye and she followed me back out to the hall to tell me that they probably only said that since I was there. So Im getting ready to pick her up in a little bit, and hoping she is in a better mood. I am anxiously awaiting these pictures. Im hoping she lightened up before they took pictures, because if I get pictures of her with that scowl on her face from this morning, it will definately be a new chapter in this blogspot.

Oops She Did It Again!

Just last Friday when picking up me sweet little Kelli at school the teacher said that had written me a note and placed it in Kelli’s book bag. Now sweet Kelli was in no hurry to hand over the bag, so I knew it couldn’t be good. Immediately she tells me she lost a star, a demerit of sorts for behavior. Now this is the child who has never been in any trouble at school and has never lost a star. So I’m thinking she has gotten in to a little shoving match, refused to share, sassed the teacher. If only it had been one of those things, you know normal kids stuff. But no, it seems my sweet little 7 year old decided to educate her first grade class at lunch on the French Kiss. I guess told them what it was, gave a few details, who knows maybe a few pointers, not sure, since at this point she doesn’t really want to talk about it with me. I ask several times what she was telling them and of course my favorite answers “I don’t know” or “I cant remember.” So Im in shock and ask her what and how she even knows what a French kiss is and she says I saw it on Tv with Daddy. Now sometimes I have to remind Daddy whats on tv and get him to turn it, but Im thinking she's hearing stuff from maybe the older kids. I have a niece that is 17, 2 that are 16, a son getting ready to turn 15 and then a niece and nephew who are both approaching 14. lolApparently several of her “students” went home Thursday night to educate their parents, who in turn went to the teacher about it on Friday morning. Quite upset I am sure they were. Did I mention that she goes to a Catholic School? Sometimes I wonder why I ever quit drinking. lol

Its Been Awhile...

since I last posted a blog. Things have been so busy and hectic since around Halloween. Just when things seemed to be settling down, something else started. Not even sure what I want to write, so back to the old standby, Kelli.
We have a new saying here at home, "Its all about Princess Kelli." lol
As some know she has always had a flare for drama, but oh my Lord she has been trying our patience lately. Everything now is a major ordeal. What to wear, how to wear the hair and what can we buy me? lol Unfortunately she is learning the latter the hard way.

Anyway kids are so much different these days. you never know what they are going to say. We were driving home from school the other day and out of nowhere she tells me, "I cant wait till I grow some boobs," WHAT? I asked. Her reply, "Yep I want me some big ones." WHY? I asked. Her reply " I dont know, whats for supper tonight?" and that was the end of it. Not sure where it came from or what it had to do with anything, but changed the subject and that was it. Her Daddy thought it was funny. Had to remind him that it wouldnt be so funny if she brought it up to Father at church on Sunday or who knows, someone at the grocery store, or whomever was around when the thought crossed her mind again.

Just before christmas when they were preparing for the schools Christmas program, Kelli would sing all her Christmas carols to me. My favorite had to be when she belted out "Deck your balls and lets get jolly." Again Daddy thought it was funny. Took me a while to convince her the correct lyrics, but it was an honest mistake, she was singing what she heard.

Then just the other night Daddy and John had on wrestling, not what I think she needs to be watching, but Daddy was letting her. They were watching a match, when one of the wrestlers delivered a low blow, which of course Kelli seen immediately and yelled out "Oh man, he nailed him in the peanuts!" So in I come from the kitchen to talk to her and yeah you guessed it Daddy is beside himself with laughter and now John is laughing so hard he nearly has tears in his eyes.

I dont know, she keeps me laughing, but Im pretty sure she is responsible for the large gray patches of hair I am getting. She is fascinated by it, she keeps asking when i got my hair colored. I just smile and tell her its a gift from her.

Thats it for now. Will post again on another night when its not so late.