Heidi: “I want a real kitty for my birthday.”

NOT GONNA HAPPEN

The close of Wild, Wild West Camp is brought to you by an urban cowboy and cowgirl.  We’re a little more Kid Rock “Cowboy” and a little less Willie and Waylon “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys.”  Looks like their gun hand could use a little practice.

Last night Heidi and I had a girls night out.  We went to her favorite restaurant, Taco Mamacita.  You know kids; they can only sit still for so long. Toward the end of dinner she was inching out of her seat, half-laying down, thinking of going under the table, etc.  I told her to sit up.  Twice.  The third time I reminded her that she was almost 4 and that 4 yr. olds sit up at the dinner table and use their manners.  Her response?  “But I’m not 4.”  I advised her she was very nearly four and needed to practice.  Her response?  “I am 3, Momma.  I am not 4 yet.”  And there it is, like mother, like daughter.  I too used to have an answer for everything.  I too used to try to have the last word.

Taught my kids how to slip-n-slide today. By example. It’s been a long time…

Made quinoa for dinner, 1st time ever. Told my kids the brown things were power seeds and they ate it all!

“Daddy, I have to eat so I will get big because Mommy said when I get big, I can have a wedding.” -Heidi