Way to go, girls team!

I’m sitting on the porch this morning enjoying the cooler breeze that Hurricane Irene brings.  The house is quiet as the girls and Mel recover from a week of early mornings.  The weather is so odd.  It was simply gorgeous last night with a Pinkalicious sky.  In fact, Mary Clare was in her black kitty costume singing at the top of her lungs “PINK-A-LIIIIIIIIIICIOUS” on the front porch for quite a while.  Then it became very cool and breezy.

Same this morning.  The sun peeked in my window early, waking me.  As I grabbed my coffee and headed to the front porch, it became dark and cloudy.  The cooler wind is nice, but I can’t help but feel for everyone north of us.  I vividly remember Hurricane Hugo and it’s a scary, destructive force.

I love mornings.  It gives me time to reflect.  (And desperately needed quiet time alone-even if it is only 20 minutes.)  I’m so proud of my girls.  Here are a few comments I’ve received this week:

“Mary Clare is a pleaser.  She has an amazing imagination and is our class teenager.” Ms. Chure, Mary Clare’s 4K teacher

“McCanless is so well-rounded. Whatever you are doing, keep doing it.” -Ms. Vonne, McCanless’ first grade teacher

“McCanless is a gem. She has a great sense of humor.  She’s that child that ‘gets it.’  I always have one in every class.  She’s the one I can make eye contact with and we laugh together about something that goes over the other kids’ heads.” -Ms. Jenner, McCanless’s 2nd grade teacher

I’m just like every other mom out there.  I think my children are amazing and wonderful and completely perfect.  (Most of the time, that is.) But, I do warn their teachers every year how, ahem, “Mel” they can be and how NOT perfect they truly are, like both of us.  (wink, wink)  It’s fun to hear compliments though, despite the fact that Mary Clare has only been one day (in seven) without her “Doggie” going in the “Dog House” at school.

So, she gets in trouble and still finds time to be creative and imaginative!  Impressive, in my book.

I love my girls dearly, with their each and every dramatic loud scream, eye-roll, quirky, temper-tantrum, song at the top of their lungs, strong-willed, glittered costume dancing, painting, passionate and sassy little selves!