BFF's, Ballerinas and Big Noses

Q: What could these three things possibly have in common?

A: Livvy.

And all of the entertainment that she's given me in the last week.

Let's start with BFF's.

BFF's. Best Friends Forever. Livvy had her BFF, Morgan, over for the first time last week. As I noted in a previous post, the two have been hooked at the hip since before they knew how to talk. Growing up together crib side at K4J, I think they have inherently developed their own secret lanugage which only they understand. The minute Morgan came in the door last Wednesday, it was one big continuous hootinanny. Look at that, they even have the same squinty eyed smile. For awhile, I just sat on the stairwell unbenknownst to them and listened to them giggle, say a few comprehensible words, dance around, say, "And then I said, Doh, doh, doh" and break into fits and fits of three year old laughter. Honestly, I consider myself a mother who spends a lot of time with her children, and when I wasn't looking, I could scarcely tell one voice from the other.

When Morgan's mom came to pick her up, the frowns were instantly donned by both. As their truck pulled out of the driveway, Liv stood at the door, puppy-dog face affixed perfectly in place. As I stood behind her at the glass, she looked back at me and somberly stated,

"Mom, I have to do this alone."

Well, okay then. I gulped down my pride and exited to the kitchen as she watched Morgan ride off down the street into the sunset. Quite obviously, at the age of three, she found it necessary to grieve alone.

Next up: Ballerinas

Saturday was Livvy's first "dance class." It was too cute. When it comes down to it, it was really more hopping around like bunnies and tumbling around, although I'll hand it to the teacher---they were working on some ballerina-ish type things like toe pointing and such. What I did find out is that I know nothing about dancing.....like the fact that 1) even at three, you are not supposed to wear panties under the tights and leotards because they show and then ride which leaves the three year olds obsessed with readjusting and 2) you are please and thank you supposed to tuck in the strings of your ballet slippers, not tie them in little bows. As you can see, this is a learning curve for ME....not her.

And finally, Big Noses

L: Mom, look! I drew a picture of you!

M: Awwwwwwww! Liv, that's so good! Thank you!

L: And there's

your big nose in the middle.

M: No cartoons for the rest of the night.

Okay, all of you, quit laughing at my expense.