I'm really not.... it just appears that way.
In the spirit of "supporting" my children, I have to admit, I might APPROACH the ranks of the over-involved,
always in charge, living-vicariously-through-their-children parents we all know. I've rolled my eyes behind their backs too. I don't consider myself one of them.
My daughter, however, thinks I take too many pictures. My husband takes too many videos.
She is somewhat embarrassed that we are taking them of her.
You moms that can take a gazillion pictures of your angelic little babies,
then unabashedly post them for all to admire... your time will come.
As for me, I don't think I will let my beautiful 16-year-old daughter (also occasionally angelic)
know that I even have a blog.
In the spirit of "supporting" my children, I have to admit, I might APPROACH the ranks of the over-involved,
always in charge, living-vicariously-through-their-children parents we all know. I've rolled my eyes behind their backs too. I don't consider myself one of them.
My daughter, however, thinks I take too many pictures. My husband takes too many videos.
She is somewhat embarrassed that we are taking them of her.
You moms that can take a gazillion pictures of your angelic little babies,
then unabashedly post them for all to admire... your time will come.
As for me, I don't think I will let my beautiful 16-year-old daughter (also occasionally angelic)
know that I even have a blog.
Cheerleaders must be prepared for all kinds of weather conditions:
The good,
the bad,
and the downright UGLY.
Last night was payday... for the blood, sweat and tears (literally) that go into cheering.
Lexee's team won first place in their league competition.
Poster made by a crazy cheer mom (their theme this year is "Stronger")...
...a mom who is proud of her beautiful, angelic-looking (haha) daughter.
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