Move Over, Billy Ray!

It is well known in the homeschool commandments that thou shalt have interesting, enlightening, and engaging conversations at the dinner table.

For the last few days, ours have somehow wound their way around to Hannah Montana. Good gravy, you'd think we'd be better parents...

It's inevitable that having girls, one must be "up" on Miley/Hannah shows, songs and quirky sayings that come along with it.

There's one particular episode (yes, sadly, I think we've seen them all...) in which Billy Ray makes up this little diddy that goes something like this:

"I'm super cool, I'm super hot, I'm the girl you like a lot,
I'm super, super girl! I'm super, super girl!"

Frank (now lovingly known as "Daddy Ray") has helped Lacy come up with a few more stanzas...

"I'm super cool, I'm super hot, but my nose is full of snot,
I'm super, super girl! I'm super, super girl!"

"I'm super cool, I'm super smart, and when I laugh I have to fart,
I'm super, super girl! I'm super, super girl!"

Lucky for me, I get to spend the entire day with her as she practices them over and over and over and over...

I love girls

Little things can make girls so happy.



Lacy is in the midst of a play date with her newest friend, Brooke.

Can I hear a "Hallelujah!"!!

I say that only because they both are cut from the same shyness cloth.

So this is a BIG deal. Very big.

I'm happy to say I do believe that

it's their first of many dates to come.


They're doing make-up and nails...

Need I say more??

(I have a really cute picture of the two of them, but it won't download...

Dwayne! Help!!!)

Student - 1, Teacher - 0

Yesterday for handwriting, I had Lacy write down a little paragraph about Abraham Lincoln. It went something like this:

Happy Birthday, Mr. Lincoln.
February 9, 2009 is the bicentennial of Lincoln's birth.
"bi" means "two"
"centennial" means "hundred"
That means Abraham Lincoln is two hundred years old today!
Let's have a party!

But before I could finish writing, Lacy informed me -- in a way only an eight year old can --
You know, where every syllable sounds more like two...

"Mom, Abraham Lincoln's birthday is NOT today. It's on the 12th. That's not until Thursday. If you don't believe me, go look it up on the computer."

So I did.

One point for the little squirt.

I guess this means that the cake I secretly baked in the shape of his hat will need to be hidden in the back of the freezer. Thank goodness I hadn't frosted it yet.

So...anybody wanna come for a party on Thursday?

One more thing.
I betcha read Lacy's comment using the double-syllable version, didn't you??
thought so.

Chili Eating Competitions

Okay, so not exactly.
Apparently my pronounciation of "Cheerleading" is off a bit. No, we did not go to a "Chili-eating" competition today. It was CHEER leading competition. Very different. Very, well...
hormonal.

Have you ever been to one?
I guess I can say that I've been to over 50. Not that I'm all into cheerleading, mind you. It's just that my dad started a video business about 20 years ago and since it's a family-run business and I'm family, well... you understand.

This one happened to take place at Musselman High School. A small competition in comparison to others I've witnessed, but not without the usual drama.
Spirits run very high. Coaches are stressed. Girls working on their hair to make sure it doesn't fall out during their routine. (Yes, I really mean that. They wear hair pieces. I've watched many a hair piece fly through the air during a routine!! Hilarious!)

And parents are watching their money disappear.
You figure $5 to get in, $25 for a shirt, $20 for the DVD, $10 for the little teddy bear, $3 for flowers, $10 for food...

But the absolute most fun part of the whole thing?
Watching the squad immediately after their performance.
We have it worked out that the girls come over to our table immediately following their routine to watch themselves on our tv. It's the epitome of instant gratification.
Girls scream. Girls cry. Girls hug. Girls throw up.
I love it.

Today's competition was tight. I usually can tell you who won just by their reaction when they come to the table. Today, I got 2 out of 3.
Musselman came in second. (Go Applemen!)
Wildwood took the top slot.
We'll be heading to Jefferson in 2 weeks for the "Mustang Classic"...
Can't wait!

Note:
No girls were witnessed with their head in a trash can at today's competition.
Oh well.
There's always next time.

Working out the Bugs

I've been going around and around in my head trying to decide if I should try to start my own blog. I don't know if I'll have anything to say that will be of any interest to anyone, but that's okay.
As I sit here thinking about what to say in this first post, Katelynn is fussing about whatever 2 year olds fuss about, Lacy is fussing because she's working on her "me" collage for school in our bedroom and Daddy just walked in and got in her space. Jenna is in her crib fussing because...well...she doesn't really even need a reason.
Belle is barking and scratching at the door trying to get our attention so she can come in and I swear, a spider just tried to crawl into my ear.
Maybe I should rethink this blog thing...