The Ugly Step Sister

This morning was the Children's Theater Character Dining.

It is their one big annual fundraiser.

This year, Savannah was Drizella, Cinderella's Ugly Stepsister.

She appeared in fantabulous fashion with her mother, the Wicked Stepmother.

Anastasia was previously engaged with a date to the ball.  Drizella did not get invited.
I'm sure there was a major temper tantrum thrown.  In front of the children.  For shame!

She always has a wonderful time being anyone but herself and Mr. O said this year was the biggest and the best so far!  She still had blue eye shadow on her forehead when she went to bed, despite a thorough scrubbing, and probably still will this time next week.

I Confess

I have been a band mom, a Scout mom, a swim mom, a "stage" mom, and a soccer mom.  Most recently I have added wrestling mom to that list.

And I have to admit that I am nervous about it.  Wrestling seems to be such a aggressive sport and I am surprised that Tristan is so drawn to it.

He has already sported a busted lip, a scraped chin, and a sore sternum, not to mention the incredibly sore muscles that he has dealt with the past few days as he began practicing.  The sore muscles were expected since he was working out in a way that is new to him, but it is the other injuries and the possibility of more serious ones that make me nervous.  And I don't want him to hurt his shoulder or back and have it affect his ability to swim next season.

But Tristan is loving it and I am glad that he is.  I do believe that the muscles and endurance he is building will help him become stronger, which will help his performance in the pool.  I told him though that I might not be seen in the stands very often at matches, but that I would send his father to cheer for both of us.  He said that was okay.  I'm glad he is so understanding.

He was telling us that the coaches want him to lose two pounds because they think he will be more competitive in the lower weight class.  I know that this is probably true, but I am not sure how possible that is, especially with him putting on more muscle.  I also do not know how I feel about him purposefully trying to lose weight.

We will see how it all pans out, but for now, it seems to be good and Tristan is enjoying himself.  Ethan and I watched a bit of practice the other night.  We did not see Tristan wrestle, but we watched some of the bigger guys.  Ethan looked at me with wide eyes and said, "I do not want to wrestle!"

At least that's one I will not have to worry about!  Holden now, that's another story!  I'm sure he will be very much drawn to the sport.

Braggin' On My Baby

In filling out Savannah's form for Student of the Year, I discovered that she has scored three perfect scores on her iLEAP testing over the past three years.  

In 7th grade she scored a perfect 500 on the Reading and Math sections of the test.  She said that her teacher had told her she had scored a perfect score in Math, but I was unaware of the score in Reading, and probably so is she.  Her ELA teacher is not the biggest Savannah fan so it does not surprise me that she neglected to provide that information to us.  She probably was more annoyed than anything that Savannah was "perfect" and hated to have to admit it out loud.

Savannah also scored a 500 on the reading portion of the iLEAP test in 5th grade. 

Oh, The Irony

This morning when I went into Tristan's room at 5:04 to wake him for seminary, the lyrics to the song on the radio playing softly on his bed side table were "don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up!"

I Saw The Sign

On a church marquis in Lake Charles:

Choose the bread of life or you'll be toast.  


On a t-shirt in the mall:

Guns don't kill people.  Dads with beautiful daughters do.

Where's The Beef?

Yesterday, Holden had the hiccups.  He was holding his throat and when I asked him if he was okay, he answered, "I have a frog in my beef!"

Easy Does It

We finally left the Toyota dealership at 9:00 pm.  Knowing we had a long drive home after an incredibly long day of car shopping and haggling, I needed something to help me pass those miles and stay awake.  I had gotten some sunflower seeds before the trip over and had drank all my soda so we stopped at Carl's Jr for a very large Dr. Pepper.  

I was telling Holden and Ethan how much I appreciated their cooperation during the day.  I said, "I know how boring and frustrating car shopping and test driving can be.  Dad and I are both so happy and thankful that you two were so patient and helpful.  It was a very hard day but you were perfect."  

To which Ethan said, "Yeah, we made it look easy!"