Dear Easter Bunny, I know you were probably freezing your tail off since it was only 17 degrees, but next year can you please remember to take your garbage with you so I don’t have to think on my feet so early in the morning? Thanks for hiding the eggs inside by the way.
Also, could you please turn back time? Because you know that tiny little baby we brought home from the hospital last week? Well, today we bought her a bicycle. Something that big girls ride. How did we get here so fast? She never really took to the tricycle, but she rode her bike around the block many, many times this afternoon (as the blisters on the back of my heels from my new shoes can attest). Also, she picks up words like pedestrians way too fast. We did have to have a talk with Daddy since he taught her the word vagina, because he didn’t like any of the options Mama came up with. Which was ok until she tipped over on her bike and started crying and howling “I hurt my vagina!” much louder than Mama was comfortable with. So we had a talk about how that word makes some people nervous so she decided she would just whisper it in Mama’s ear. She loves to whisper things lately.
Well, I guess that’s all for now. Oh, could you please tell the tooth fairy to ignore Frankie’s wish for a new tooth? I don’t think we are ready for that yet.
Love, Mama
Update: Monday morning snow is dashing the dreams of our young cyclist!
I am sure I’m not the only mama this has happened to….
A quiet evening at home, the night before school picture day…
Frankie: Mama, Look! (big smile)
Mama: AAAAHHHH. WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR HANDS!
Frankie: I cut my hair Mama! (still with the smile)
Mama: (puts her face in her hands and thinks about crying)
Frankie: What’s wrong, Mama?
Mama: Go to your room.
Frankie: (smile now gone and starting to cry) No, I don’t want to go to my room? Stay!
Mama: Frankie, we don’t cut our hair, we let the hair cutting lady do it.
Frankie: But Mama, I want to have short hair!
She actually didn’t do that bad of a job. She didn’t hack it all over, only the ends and the sides are almost even. Perhaps she’s found her calling?
So, Daddy took Frankie to dance class again and took one picture before he was politely asked to stay out of the classroom. It is the rule and the reason for it obvious after Frankie saw him and promptly had a meltdown…. 
So, first of all, I LOVE my new job. Frankie does not. She lets me know by the pile of sobbing pre-schooler on the floor as I leave her. At home with her Daddy. My job is interesting and engaging and creative and really, what more can you ask for? On the other hand, I missed her first dance class and have to make do with the pictures Daddy took. This whole working mother thing is HARD! So, I really have nothing cute or pithy today, just pictures of what I missed and a semi-broken heart.
Frankie: Mama, you have to kiss Bella and that will break the spell so she can talk.
Mama: Ok, , is she talking now?
Frankie: No Mama, she’s just a doll and dolls aren’t real so she can’t talk.
Look Mama! There’s the movies. That’s where you and Daddy go on a playdate!
