One of Those Moments

Alexis has her very first Serious Dance Competition tomorrow. FINALLY! HOORAY! But, it's very possible she's trying to destroy me with her nervousness. During the drive home after school, she was practically shaking with fear that she will disappoint her teammates by suddenly forgetting everything she knows and doing the Chicken Dance when she's supposed to be doing some sort of sashay-aerial-flutter-whatchamajigdancemove. Because I don't want to be destroyed, on a whim I grabbed her and ditched the other kid and we went to do the movie thing.

You can't think about Serious Dance Competitions when you're in the third row of a movie theater watching a cute little bunny arrest bad guys. (Zootopia. It's good.) (WHY DOES MY CHILD LIKE SITTING IN THE FRONT OF THE THEATER. ARGH.)

Anyway, my little plan worked like a charm. There were tears and laughter and Alexis declared it the best girls' night out ever and blah, blah, blah.

But.

But there was one moment during the middle of the movie when I glanced over and my very distracted and very focused 10 year-old was sitting quietly, fully entranced in the movie.

And she looked big.

You guys. She's grown up. She sat there looking all grown up and mature and oof.

Just ... oof.

Partners in Crime

Will Trade All of the Things for Pizza

It started because nobody ever feeds our dogs. They are pitiful souls whose only hope for survival is to prey upon the poor attention span of a certain one year-old. They live and die by the crumbs she drops or throws to the ground, and if she happens to take her eyes off the prize? They move in for the kill. They'll walk right past their full food bowl to get there. Ahem.

Basically, one of the dogs stole Mila's fajita. I don't know which one of them did it because the other one instantly decided fajitas are worth a battle to the death. The next thing you know, the toddler is crying and the dogs are in ALL OF THE TROUBLE because they scared the toddler with all of their fighting.

There's no recovering from the horror that is having your fajita stolen from right under your nose, so Mila didn't bother to eat dinner. I would be concerned by this, but it's not unusual for her to decide she's going to eat when she wants to eat and screw you if you think you can make her do anything that she wasn't already planning to do. She skips meals all the time and then later makes up for it.

I'm pretty sure that was her plan, except that "later" happened to be while we were in he car returning from Alexis' dance class. Oh, and it was nearly 10:00 pm. I don't have any vending machines in my car and the snacks I do have were instantly deemed stupid. But Mila was hungry.

Alexis, being the awesomeness that she is, was trying to talk Mila thorugh the moment. "You can eat when we get home," she calmly explained.

Mila's answer to everything was "Pizza."

"Are you hungry?

"Pizza."

"Do you want to eat when we get home?"

"Pizza."

"Why are your shoes untied?"

"Pizza."

The conversation went on and on until we pulled into the driveway and YAY! At least there wasn't yelling or tears!

Except mine. While I was able to convince Mila that she could eat something else, all I could think about is pizza. And there was none.

SOB.