Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Saturday, July 12, 2008


So my darling little girl and I will start our Mommy and Me gymnastics class this morning. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I signed us up. Apparently, I wasn't. Hunter took a class in the Spring and I tried to get her in a dance class at the same time, but the class was full. So when I signed Hunter up for the summer gymnastics class, I did it on the first day of registration and knew I would get Chelsea into her dance class...WRONG. I guess the dance instructor takes the summer off. So, I'm mentally preparing myself for our class. It should be fun. She's 2, so it can't be that strenuous. I consider myself in decent shape for my age, but in no way can I compete with the flexibility of 2 year olds.
Later tonight I have Moms night out with the girls. We're having sushi and other Asian fair and we'll be playing games. Gotta remember to pick up some Sake on the way home from gymnastics.

Sake at Five?

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