Sent with love

We've decided the magic number for owning a cell phone in our house is 13.

*insert gasping sound from an 11 and 9 year old*

I realize that does not make us the coolest parents on the block but, ummmmm, we don't care.


However, like any normal child over the age of 5, both of my kids know how to send and retrieve text messages on our phones.


LegoMan recently acquired the hubby's retired iPhone, minus the SIM card, which renders it as an iPod Touch. FYI, there is an app to send free text messages via Wi-Fi connections.


I had the Princess with me on a recent visit to the Hair Whisperer. While getting my hair did, I heard my phone beep for an incoming text message. The Princess quickly volunteered to field my message. She informed me it was LegoMan and said she would send him a message back. I heard her send a couple of messages and that was it.


What do two siblings who love each other so much text to one another.....see for yourself.









I'm so proud.

Pick Your Battles

Yep, that's my motto....for almost everything that involves the rearing raising of my children. This especially includes the Princess' wardrobe.

Examples of self-dressing I have said "yes" to:







Recently the hubby asked, "are we letting her go to church like THAT??" I quickly answered, "Absolutely! We've got bigger battles to fight."

I mean, if she wants to wear her fabulous tan boots with an all black ensemble, I say go for it!

However, yesterday I had to draw the line when she came out of her room dressed like this:



Yes, I realize she looks super cute and is probably copying some of the things she sees the high school and college girls wearing. However, it was 40 degrees outside and beneath that lovely ensemble is her SWIMSUIT because we were headed to swimming lessons.

Much to her dismay, I had to put a stop to the cheerleader skirt and made her put on more "it's-freezing-cold-outside" appropriate clothing.

Otherwise, I would have said, "get in the car."

Heaven knows, I am just trying to help her make good clothing choices. So, one day, when she looks back at her yearbooks, she doesn't regret having her picture taken in something like this:



She'll thank me one day.....I think!