for the future important people

This week in my social media:

And one special gem that made me smile and made me cry.

Dr. Carey D. Andrew-Jaja’s joy shines out like a bright beacon in this video. It reminded me of the fact that for the last 25 years I always whisper “happy birthday” to each and every tiny human I have the privilege of greeting on the day that they are born because this day really is a day to celebrate meeting a future important person. Oh, and I am reminded once again that I do have the best job ever shaking the hands of countless important people.

The mother of this one reminded me yesterday that she turned 9 years old. Honestly, it seems like it was yesterday when she and I shook hands for the first time.



the most drama of the season

Zelda is willing to wear this humiliation that is her jingle bells collar because of the laser pointer and greeens and catnip that were also in her Christmas stocking.

Until she became tired and annoyed with it and tried to rub it off.

And that, boys and girls, was literally the most holiday drama/trauma that happened during The Big Top Christmas 2014.

I’ll take it!

I wish that I had taken more pictures. I should have. I didn’t. I might have to turn in my mamarazzi card for that big holiday fail. I could say that I was just too busy taking in the sights and sounds around me. That’s partly the truth…mostly…when I wasn’t trying to stay awake after working all night that is exactly what I was doing.

But I did manage to capture this little bit of wonderful.

Finally, the boy has some of Ellen’s underwear!

last week and four years ago today

So last week my son in law was kind of a very big deal…

Because attending night school and then graduating with honors while working a full time job and, with your lovely bride, raising and caring for your 2 year old and 6 year old daughters is absolutely, positively a very big deal.

And this picture perfect family moment would not have happened last week were it not for this picture perfect moment that happened four years ago today.

Happy Anniversary Hollie and Ben!

And because I for one never, ever tire of the magic of that wonderful wedding…and I am a giver…

what doesn’t the fox say

One of Daniel’s new favorite songs is, yes, What Does The Fox Say. It’s fun he tells me as he tries to teach me the words so we both can sing along together as we do.

What does the fox say?
What the fox say?
What the fox say?
What the fox say?
What the fox say?

And I answer back, er, try to.

Ringadingyding ding ding…

No! Mom! It’s Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

Ring ding dingy ding ding…?

No! Ring…ding…ding…ding…dingeringeding…go ahead…say it.

Ringy dingy ding ding…

OMG, Mom! Don’t, okay?

Yes, I am sliding ever faster into the rabbit hole of where I mortify my pre-adolescent son just by breathing…and clearly being unable to sing What Does The Fox Say.


Another weekend, another dance competition.

:::back of hand dramatically to forehead:::

Oh the life of a Dance Mom!

It can be hard sometimes. Like when the competition is being staged this weekend at UC Davis while three of the colleges here are also staging their commencement ceremonies. There is traffic, crowded hotels and at least one hotel manager who seemed to be super annoyed with the arrival of guests who want to check in and prepare for graduation ceremonies and dance competitions.

Putting on stage makeup in the hotel lobby because your room will not be ready for another couple hours, around the time you have to be at the competition ready to take the stage, is just one more thing that will annoy the hotel manager.


You do what you have to do and you don’t let it break your concentration.

Not at all.

And the reward for being patient and fine and balanced and kind is a platinum for your solo and a platinum for your tap duo.

How cool is that?!

Oh and this picture, that smile of my darling dancing daughter’s…I am so glad for all the orthodonture we paid for over the years for her because that smile is perfect.

Congratulations Jodie. Two dances down, four more, plus Hazel’s, to go. You’re off to a great start.