I love my life

There are moments in life that you just know are special. Moments that you soak up and want to store in your mind's video vault.

I had one of those moments Friday night.

Annessa was in her princess dress (a marketing scheme for girls I swore I wouldn't get pulled in to) and Rich and I were deep in conversation (okay - I was doing laundry and he was messing with his ipod). Hall and Oats's "Rich Girl" poured out of the speakers while Annessa twirled in circles. "Mama - dance" she said. I don't know what came over me, but I went into my closet, grabbed a sundress I got in NYC with the girls, and slipped it on over my RVMS red sweatshirt. Rich gave me a "what-the-heck-are-you-doing" look as I walked into the family room.

Annessa's eyes lit up and her dimples flashed. "Mama - you have a dress on too!" We twirled to the music that Rich played.

I laughed. She laughed.

I kicked my feet. She kicked her feet.

I clapped my hands. She clapped her hands.

Rich played some Bone Thugs and Harmony (I haven't heard them since high school!) and I wondered if life gets any better than this? I used to think that high school was the best time of my life. Then came college and I knew this had to be it. But dancing in the living room with my daughter while my husband d.j.s? Now surely life doesn't get any sweeter.

The Naked Truth

Annessa has a bad, bad, habit of taking off her clothes when she's in bed (she's 2 people - get your mind out of the gutter!). Last night I came upstairs from doing the laundry and I hear her tiny voice coming from her room. I looked at the clock. 9:30. Not Good. I saw a sliver of light sneaking out from underneath the door. Really Not Good.

"Annessa - what are you doing?" I said to my child who, did I mention is completely naked (including her diaper, which, of course, sent me into a panic attack).

"Mama," she said with a scowl on her face, acting like this whole situation was completely normal, "Elmo's SLEEPING. SHHHH."

Sure enough - there was Elmo tucked into her bed. His head on the pillow and his red fur peaking out from under the covers.

"A - Where are your jammas? and B - YOU are the one that is supposed to be sleeping."

"But mama - I not tired. Elmo is tired."

This IS a phase, right??