That is me. And it's interesting, and even a little funny, because it makes me crazy to have to deal with it in others. Especially Miaya. I am pretty sure she is a little me with lots of good bits of Dustin mixed in. Thank goodness for the Dustin in her. She sees shiny things often, and gets distracted by them. The same goes for me. Luckily, Dustin has been with me long enough to decipher the meaning of what I'm trying to convey. Sheesh. I often wonder how clear my blogs are. Hopefully there is some semblance of clarity of what I'm trying to say.
Anyway. See, like right now, I am supposed to be cleaning. I put music on from the computer, and then I go and look and things on the interwebs, and then no cleaning is getting done. Shiny things. The bane of my existence, and yet, I lobe them.
Miaya had a Halloween thing at school. I wanted to share. I love her so much. She's so awesome.
Today a guy at Costco called her a little boy. And she says to me, I am not a little boy! I told her, I know. No matter what I dress her in, people assume she is a boy. Her hair is short, but I think she has decidedly feminine features. Whatever, though. She's a cutie. She was wearing a greenish-bluish velour track suit today, for crying out loud. Do boys hear veloure track suits with sparkly trim? Maybe, I don't know. No matter how much pink I have her wear, people often think she's a boy. Again, whatever. Back to my original thing, she had a Halloween program, sort of. It was really cute.