Less than perfect

Today has been enlightening, to say the least. Made snickerdoodle blondies last night for Kris's birthday (he thoroughly enjoyed them) I curled up in bed next to Kira and called it a night. Loralai has been known to get into a mass amount of mischief in the middle of the night, so we've childproofed her door handle so she stays in her room until I get her out of her room in the morning. It sounds cruel, but I'm worried one of these days I'm going to wake up to police standing on my front porch with a half clothed two year old. She is quiet as a mouse (no pun intended here) and as mischievous as an elf.

I wake up this morning to the pleasant but overwhelming smell garlic. I went to bed to the sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar. Something was very wrong here. I stumble blurry eyed into the kitchen to find.....




































parmesan cheese, garlic bread seasoning, and garlic chip dip snickerdoodle blondies. Sneaky monkey ....

Well, we got it all cleaned up and aired the house out for most of the day (it was a LOT of garlic smell) and set to figuring out how she managed to get out of her room. It didn't take us long to figure out that we need a new device, she simply snapped the old doorknob handle cover in two and went on her way to her morning adventures.

Enlightening moment #1: Your two year old is smarter than you think she is

On to the rest of the day, we did some laundry and ran some errands. I finally decided around 6 that grocery shopping could not in fact wait another day. Loralai and I bundled up and headed out the door to Costco. I had planned on hitting someplace on the way into town to grab a bite for the two of us, and drove past Popeyes. I've only had Popeyes a few time, but love the butterfly shrimp so we pulled in and stared at the menu for like ten minutes before I finally found the kids menu. Loralai had chicken nuggets and I decided to go ahead and let her have a Sprite (she rarely gets soda). We hopped back in the car with food in tow and headed to Costco. I've never seen her so attentive. She was so in love with her drink, she was literally kissing the cup and refused to put it down.

And the food? Her appetite is usually so/so, I don't think I heard a peep out of her the entire 20 minutes we were driving.

On the way back I glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed two little eyes that were slowly but surely getting that hazy look that forces so many smiles from my mouth. Little Lora was getting tired. As I returned my eyes to the road I turned the radio on. The first thing I heard signified everything I feel about the three little angels I see every day.

Pretty pretty please don’t you ever ever feel
Like you’re less than
less than perfect.
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you’re nothing
you are perfect to me.
You’re perfect.
You’re perfect to me.
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel
like you’re less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel
like you’re nothing
you are perfect to me.

We've all made our fair share of mistakes, Lord knows I've made plenty of them myself. Perfection, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder and I couldn't ask for anything more perfect than my girls. I've held perfection in my hands more times than I can count and it's a beautiful thing.

If I teach them little about etiquette or manners in my life, I'm fine with that. All I truly ask in  the long run is that when they look in the mirror they can say, "Wow. I am an amazing woman and I am worth every ounce of affection and time that someone gives me." I hope they never think they're too fat or too ugly to be worth someones time, and they will never be taught that they aren't good enough for something. All of them are worthy of everything they could ever want, and if it doesn't want them, then too bad. Anyone or anything that chooses to pass them by has no idea what they are missing out on. Self-worth folks. I plan on the girls having plenty of that. Time to put away groceries. Night world ;)