There's Magic in Those "Accessories"

I'm not admitting to any sort of shenanigans whatsoever, but LOOK! MILA HAS BEEN RIDING STUFF AT KENNYWOOD!

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She didn't magically grow the half inch she needed to grow. Rather, there's a hole in the universe that I dove through because screw it. If companies want to create dumb rules and then fail to train their employees in the proper enforcement of those rules, fine. I can't make the entire world understand that good training leads to consistency and is a money-maker.

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As you can well imagine, the magic that made all of this riding possible has Mila over-the-moon happy. She is OBSESSED with Kennywood. Every day there is a radio commercial that comes on for them and every day she yells, "KENNYWOOD IS OPEN! LET'S GO!" She does not understand that it is not a every day sort of thing.

She's lucky we have season passes so it can be an almost every weekend sort of thing.

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So, shout out to the Disney Store for having the exact right accessory that made this all possible. And another shout out to the employees who don't care enough to catch on to that accessory.

Nobody tell them, internet. It's better this way.

Except for the part where going to Kennywood means we eventually have to leave Kennywood. The last time we did so, Mila spent the entire walk back to the car crying about "My Kennywood" and "My rides need me" and "We have to stay here because My Kennywood is still open."

It's her's. She has claimed it. 


The Daisy Photo, Volume 12

I'd like someone to please explain to me how it is possible that this child has been on the Earth long enough to have done anything annually TWELVE TIMES. How can that be? How has it been 11 1/2 years since she made her reluctant entrance?

For the uniformed, I've had Alexis' photo taken with daisies from my garden every half birthday for her entire life. It also always involves a white dress, except for that one time that I preferred one of the images without the dress. 

Initially I paid someone else to take the photos, but you can definitely figure out when I finally just started talking them myself.

And that's not just because the watermarks magically go away.

That actually happened first because the photo place in the mall became less dumb.

ANYWAY. The biggest difference between previous years and this year was that I didn't have to talk a certain awesomely hair-gifted kid into wearing her hair the way she was born to wear it.

Because finally, FINALLY, I think maybe Alexis is learning to appreciate her curls.

Which didn't happen because I told her that she should love her curls. It happened because her baby sister has the same curls and you can't hate that kid's hair. You just can't.

So Alexis had no choice but to embrace her hair. If Mila's rules, her's must as well.

I'll take it. I'll also take the fact that this kid is growing up crazy fast.


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And she's crazy amazing.



In the Heights of Complaining

Ain't no party like a girls' night out party and Alexis and I rock that fun. It starts with a milkshake from Milkshake Factory and ends with a show at the Benedum and it's always good.


This past Friday, we started with milkshakes and ended with In the Heights. Let's go ahead and get the part where the CLO gave me the tickets (they rock) out of the way. That doesn't have any impact on my thoughts on the show, which are that it was AMAZING. Holy cow. Everything Lin-Manuel Miranda touches is fantastic. The only bad thing I can say about the show is that the actor who plays Usnavi (aka Lin-Manuel's role when he was in the show) sometimes comes across as trying to be Lin-Manuel playing Usnavi instead of himself playing Usnavi. Of all the people in this world, I think Lin-Manuel might win at proving that being yourself is the best path forward.

Do you hear me future Alexis and Mila? You are uniquely qualified to be you. Do it, even when there is someone who is worthy of your adoration.


I took Alexis to the show because she is currently obsessed with Hamilton. OBSESSED. She is reading the book that inspired the show right now, in fact. She's THAT kind of crazypants. Given that the dancing is all sorts of fantastic and the music is way catchy, I expected that walking out of the show, she would gush about how great it was.

There was no gushing.

"It wasn't my favorite," she said.

Which, WHAT? I saw the kid tearing up at one part and bopping in her seat at another part and there was no way that she didn't enjoy it. Thus, I requested that she explain herself.

"Everybody in the show has so much drama! All they do is complain about their lives and then they don't do anything about any of it. They just stand around and complain. It's their own fault if they aren't happy!"

She later admitted that she did enjoy the show and I have caught her trying to teach herself some of the choreography, so maaaaaaybe her first reaction isn't her lasting reaction but WOWSERS. Apparently that thing that I preach about how she's not allowed to complain about things she can control has gotten through? Maybe?

Now how do I get her to teach the rest of the world?