Sometimes this girl just floors me.
Floors me into anxiety mode that is.
We brought along the plasma cars to a birthday party.
And, well, that's all she did the duration of the party.
Punched it down hills on the plasma.
With her favorite friend riding shotgun.
I didn't leave my post for 3 plus hours.
I just monitored.
And reminded her to
slow the heck down!
No such luck.
Home chicken floored it.
Feet up
Ripping around corners
Skidding to stops
I swear my heartbeat jumped evertime she rounded the corner.
That is because -
I have this fear.
A fear she might lose her PERMANENT teeth.
Apparently I was harping on her more than I thought.
I say this because of the picture she gave me later in the night.
Yup, me on the left. Arms waving - mouth wide open.
Ah Motherhood.
