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Five

Posted September 13, 2016 By kmarrs

20160814_191244_001I am out of words.  My daughter, my precious, precocious, baby girl is now five.  She’s been five for a couple of weeks now, so this post is well overdue, but I don’t know what to say.

I mean, trying to describe my daughter is like trying to describe the universe.   It’s larger than life, beautiful, and fuels passion in others.  But those are just words, and just words fail to do her justice.

She wears glasses now.  They are purple which is her favorite color.  In part, I think, because she knows it’s my favorite color.  Her other favorite color is pink, which is her daddy’s favorite color.

20160814_191301Her ears are pierced.  I took her to a proper piercer at a tattoo parlor, where a proper needle was used instead of a piercing gun.  Those things are so unhygienic. Anyway.  She still has the little hoop in that the piercer put in.  Soon, though, she can have me change them out.  I have a few sets of earrings for her ready to go.  One set we’ll leave in, and two for special occasions.  Little owls and little flowers.  Pretty in purple and pink.  The piercing and the earrings were birthday gifts.  She wanted them pierced so bad, and even daddy said yes, so I figured why not.

She’s in kindergarten now.  She is thriving there.  Except for the lack of a nap which she doesn’t miss until she gets home at which point we all regret our lives.  5-year-olds are something special.  5-year-olds who are giving up their afternoon nap are extra special.  But, never-the-less she loves kindergarten and kindergarten loves her, so it’s sort of, mostly, worth it.

 

 

 

 

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Sambam

Posted May 26, 2016 By kmarrs

Sambam has officially graduated preschool and I’m all %@%$^@$%&@$ about it.

See, she was meant to have two years of preschool.  I like the idea of her having that extra year of childhood, plus she’s literally on the cut-off date as far as birthdays goes for entering the Kindergarten.  Literally.  She has to turn 5 by August 30, 2016.  Her 5th birthday IS August 30, 2016.  So it’s not much exaggeration to say she’ll be the youngest in her class going into kindergarten.  I really wanted her to be on the opposite end of that spectrum.  Newly 6, two years of preschool under her belt, ready to go.

But not my kid.  No.  She’s already learned everything the preschool has to teach her and if I hold her back, I’ll literally be holding her back, and she’ll be bored out of her mind.

So off to Kindergarten she goes in the fall, whether I like it or not.

I even tried to argue she wasn’t mature enough for it, but her teacher presented some pretty compelling evidence that she really really is ready.  So don’t mind me, I’m just going to sob over my baby growing up.

Because that’s what this is.  All my arguments over her age, I just don’t want to face the facts that she is fully and wholly old enough, mature enough, and smart enough for this next step.

My baby went and grew up, with or without my permission.

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Sambam

Posted August 31, 2015 By kmarrs
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My lovely daughter turned 4 yesterday.

Let me just say, the past year with her has been rough.  I don’t like to call her bossy, but she does have some major leadership skills.  She is sweet, but she is also demanding.

She starts preschool today.  I honestly in ways feel like I’m a year late in getting her started.  She had some issues that held her back, but this girl is ready for school!  In fact, right about the time this goes live, she’ll be getting off the school bus for the very first time and rushing to tell me all about her day.  I hope she’ll talk about her day.

Mothering this child is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.  But I love her so very much and I couldn’t imagine life without her.

I just hope that she uses her inner strength for good, and I pity the person who thinks she’s weak or a fool.

Not my Samantha.  She is a brilliant as she is beautiful, and as strong as she is brilliant.

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Before and After

Posted June 24, 2015 By kmarrs
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Her first real haircut, aka more than just split ends. Daddy cried. But daddy also admitted that she runs hot and her hair was always plastered to her body sticky with sweat, and this new haircut does look and is so much cooler. He always said when she was big enough to voice an opinion, her opinion would be respected, and she wanted this exact cut. I think he was just hoping she’d never ever want to cut it. Poor daddy is watching his baby girl grow up. It’s hard.

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The Walking the Borderline Weekender

Posted June 6, 2015 By kmarrs

Walking the Borderline Blog BPD Borderline Personality Disorder

I know.  I’m sorry.  I haven’t written a word all week worth anything.  Not even in any of my books.  I guess… It’s not lack of anything to write as much as its lack of ability.  If it makes you feel any better, it took most the week to remember how to read.

Sister is doing well.  She had to go back to the ER for a second quick operation.  They basically poked a camera around and did some cleanup to figure out why the drains were filling so fast.  Nothing major, especially compared to what she went through the day prior.

She spent a couple of days refusing to wake up.  Not in a dangerous way.  She just had a lot of crap to sleep off and I think overall for those couple of days life was less miserable if she slept.  We could get the occasional response when she wasn’t in a deep sleep.  It had us in a tizzy because we were desperate to see her alert, but the nurses were all quick to assure she was fine.  All her numbers (bilirubin, blood pressure, hemoglobin, heart rate) were all looking amazing compared to how they had been just two days prior so she was healthier already.

Personally, while I wanted to see her alert just as bad as mom did, I assured her she had my support to keep on sleeping until she was ready.

Then when she was ready, she woke up.

This week in my store:

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Profits from my store go towards supporting my family.

Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog and my family at the same time!  Seriously.  This and my writing (books/blog) are what I currently do for a living now.

 

In closing, this quote:

 

Sambam has learned she is three.  She has now decided she needs three of everything.  Three cereal bars, three stories at bedtime, etc.

The other night she saw she had three of the same book from Wendy’s and she goes, “Three color books!?!  I know I’m three but I don’t need three color books!  That’s ridiculous!”

And this cute realization:

The ferret doesn’t seem to care when we yell at the boys, but when we yell at Sammy he gets really defensive of her.  He’ll stand up in his cage staring us down like, “I will fight you!  That is the girl child and no one yells at the girl child!  Don’t make me come up there!  I will fight you!”

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Sort of Wordless Wednesday

Posted May 27, 2015 By kmarrs

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