A couple of weeks ago we took the girls to a University of Washington Lady Huskies basketball game. According to three out of four people in our household it was fun. According to the youngest member of our brood it was "no fun at all". Whatever you say
Dramannika! Back in November I stumbled across this great deal that
UW was hosting...Daddy Daughter Day at the Lady Husky games. For a mere 20 bucks a person you get tickets to five different events, a free shirt, motivational speeches, and a picture. It is cute and sweet and fun (well some of us think it is fun). It is also sort of funny. Not the basketball part...that's not funny...the part that involves stadium "security" (you know the "security guards" that take your ticket and show you which section you are in?) and three little girls.
About halfway through the second half I noticed four, count them four, stadium security team members conferencing right below our section. They were very seriously discussing some goings-on in the upper reaches of the gymnasium. Now I have been to my fair share of college events and this conferring of security usually means one thing and one thing only...the forbidden alcohol...
dum dum dum. As I watched the serious meeting unfold I wondered who would have smuggled alcohol into a basketball game that started at noon and was comprised of 400 little girls. As I pondered this I overheard one of the guards say "
It's the one in the white tights, I just can't catch her!" As I turned in my seat to see the offensive white
tighted beer
swigger I was surprised to see a 5 year old girl wearing white tights and playing a mean game of tag with two of her posse members. Apparently it is a no-no to run in the last row of the Bank of America Arena and apparently it takes four people to take these girls down! As the elected guard slowly made the climb to Row 31 Section 6 to squash this raucous behavior I had to laugh...oh how times have changed. I'm just glad it wasn't my kid in white tights because that security guard meant business. Oh wait, that's right, it wouldn't have been my kid because she was to busy "having no fun at all"!
Now that Annika has that tooth out of the way she has instantly become older. We let the girls text each other between our phones the other day and as Lena lounged on the couch texting I found Annika up in her room, door closed, shade pulled, lights off, under the covers. When I asked her what she was doing she said, "Texting!". What a glimpse into our future..oy! We then let the girls play with our old phones (batteries out) and Annika has stayed up two nights in a row "getting my texting done". This after Jason said she couldn't have her phone in bed with her, but she asked me on the sly because I didn't know that he had made that rule...double oy!! Then there was yesterday. Yesterday Annika stayed home from school with a cough due to cold. I made her a cup of tea with honey, she laid on the couch, got her purse out, started texting and declared, "Texting and tea. I am a real woman now!"...triple oy!!! Side note: My clever husband later responds, "What makes her a real woman? Drinking tea or laying on the couch?" Hahahahaha...would you like fish or fish for dinner honey?
