The evidence has been building, and it’s all pointing toward one thing: Lira is turning into a girl. Yes, I’ve known her gender since well before birth– but this goes beyond pink onsies. Here were the first clues:
1. “I want to go to my hair lady!” During a recent mall visit, I suggested a quick haircut at Cartoon Cuts. They show you cartoons while they do your hair. What’s not to like about that?! But little missy wasn’t having it, and I wasn’t in the mood to argue. We went to her hair lady later that week.
2. “Everybody’s going to laugh at me!” When I didn’t fix her hair the way she wanted it yesterday, she sobbed that she’d be the laughingstock of Kindergarten. So I did what any reasonable mom would do: yanked the rubber bands and barrettes out of her head and told her to it herself.
3. “I can’t wear this!” This one happened tonight when we showed up at her school just in time to walk her into the cafeteria for the Valentine’s Day dance. She was wearing her DC public school uniform, and was mortified at the thought of going to the dance without going home to change first. I pointed out that a lot of other kids were in their uniforms. After sobbing, then apologizing, then asking me again (politely this time) if I’d take her home to change… I told her Daddy could if he wanted to. He’s a sucker for those tears.
When Lira arrived back at school, she twirled right onto the dance floor like she owned the place. That Easter Dress from 2 years ago apparently hasn’t gone out of fashion.
The school dance was one to remember. It was a lot like a night out at a club minus the liquor.
The kids were jamming to unedited Nikki Minaj songs (I swear heard the F bomb, but nobody else seemed to notice), teaching each other how to Dougie, and crawling on the floor in an effort to prove that they do, in fact, have the Moves Like Jagger.
By the end of the night, they were sweating, taking off articles of clothing, and had spent way too much money on pizza, juice boxes, pictures, and Mardi Gras beads. They didn’t even have money for a cab ride home, but it’s cool ’cause they found some suckers to drop them off.
Here they are just before the dance ended:
Then it was straight home to binge on Valentines candy before bed. They fell asleep talking and giggling while I listened from the other room.
“We went to the disco ball… you were dancing like this… remember when you did this?”
I remember hundreds of nights in college that ended the same way.
If Lira has to be a “girl,” at least she’s one who knows how to party. Maybe I’ll be one of those moms who tags along with her daughters at the club. Wouldn’t that be awesome?!
Besa, this is my favorite entry. Your girls are priceless. I would love to see their moves like jagger! I think it was awesome to have my mom at the club with me. She’s incredible like that.
Why do 6 year olds have school dances anyways? My school never organized one until I was in middle school! Even then, I didn’t want to go. Just shows that “they” are making our kids grow up too fast! Hey, at least she didn’t demand a new dress, shoes, and a limo ride hehe. Glad she had lots of fun and both girls have a lot to talk about now :). Sure, it’d be awesome if you clubbed with your daughter ;).
Aw, thanks Shandy! You would have been proud of those moves. Hope our kiddos can dance together someday (with us, of course).
We would be so awesome. The young whippersnappers would look up to us … never to fully attain the same party animalness that we exude. Phew, I’m tired just thinking about it. Maybe by then, there will be a way we could send our young selves in our stead…do you remember my 21st birthday? I think there were several party stops…was one a hot tub? We were cool.
Of course I remember your 21st! Can we do that again? I still like hot tubs. And dancing. And fun. And San Angelo (in small doses).
I’d love to do it again! I haven’t been out dancing for years l.. I’m not sure I know how anymore. I guess I’d better brush up so I don’t embarass the kids when we take them out…wouldnt it be incredible if Dylan and one of your girls fell in love? I’d definitely like the in-laws! That’s probably a hundred years down the road, I hope.
Lisa, it was a terrifying look a what’s to come at those middle school and high school dances- yikes!
I’m not going to let Lira read any of these comments– if she saw your limo and new outfit idea she’d be sure to make a note for next time.