Missy, You're Getting Blamed for This . . .

Getting to gymnastics last night was no small task. In fact, it was quite the production.

The girls were delighted to borrow Missy's dance outfits from when she was little. They have been wearing them constantly.

Last night, I told them to go get their leotards on for gymnastics, and they both came down the stairs in the most hilarious outfits. Faith in the outfit she has on above, with the addition of the matching skirt. Grace in a two-piece, tummy-bearing, fringe number. Faith was deemed acceptable by my high standards of good taste, but Grace . . .not so much. That's when the break down happened. Grace is usually . . . for the most part . . . the one who demonstrates good sense . . . that far surpasses her mother's. But last night, she was devastated she couldn't wear "the beautiful" leotard. She said Faith gets to do anything she wants. And that she wasn't going.

But into the car I made them go, with the agreement that Grace gets to wear the rainbow, leopard outfit next week. Grace kept looking into the rear view mirror asking if her eyes "still looked weird." "Weird? No, honey." Good thing she didn't ask me if they were red and blood shot, because then I would have had to lie.

Also important to note is that Amelia did their hair - which was adorable - by the way. Coupled with the outfit - Faith was hard to miss.

Faith walked into the gym and her teachers started "ooohing." They told her she look awesome . . .like a rock star. That they "loved" her outfit and her hair. You couldn't wipe the smile off that little girl's face. You couldn't have bolted down the skip in her step. She FELT like a rock star. The whole hour she bounced and smiled and waved to her mommy in the window. The other kids were petting her, and twirling her hair the whole time. It was the best show.

After it was over and we were in the car, I asked Grace how her night went, because I witnessed some activity with a little girl twirling her hair in line, too. And she said, in her best 14-year-old, valley girl voice . . .

"Yeah, it was fine, but there was like this one chick who was like all up in my face. . . "

The perils of popularity.