The other night, dad was out at the Cardinals game so mom wanted some peace and quiet and selfishly attempted to get both girls to bed by 7:30pm. I can hear the laughter from here. Stop. Of course Reese wasn't the issue, my little monkey went down easily. It was Ryan. She stalled and stalled and stalled. I finally thought I had her so I went downstairs, made my hot apple cider, grabbed my blanket and settled onto the couch to watch my beloved Project Runway. Within 2 minutes, the pitter-patter of feet became more pronounced. Ryan was at my side all sweet and cuddly (can you say m-a-n-i-p-u-l-a-t-o-r) and asked to lay with me and watch my show. Honestly, I was too lazy to fight it this time and entrenched in learning the latest challenge so I let her sit with me. Pass the Kleenex please because who would have guessed my little girl would get totally hooked on the show! She sat still as can be and watched intently the entire time. At one point she turned to me and said "mom, is this my show" and I said "no, it's mom's show" and she says, get ready for it, "mom, maybe, maybe it could be my show too?" and of course I said "we could share, it could be our show and we can watch together", she says "yes, yes, our show". When I would fast forward through commercials she would get all stressed out saying "momma, stop, I want to watch the sewing show, have patience!" --- PS...'have patience' is her latest go-to phrase (clearly I've said that one too many times around here). So we watched and learned and loved Tim Gunn. And go figure that when the runway show started, Ryan had her opinions. "I like that one mom" or "Ohhhh, I don't like those pants".... PSS....she was really not a fan of Joshua's awful plaid pants.
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In totally unrelated news because I would like to accompany this post with a picture....an old fan favorite has now become an obsession with Reese. The kitchen sink.

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nobody liked Josh-ua's plaid pants
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