i should've been a great many things.

and staying updated on this blog is definitely one of those things as of late. so much has happened. sickness to the tenth power. ella's playschool christmas performance. christmas itself. brian's big 3-0. i should probably start from the beginning. and that beginning my friends shall be ella's playschool christmas performance. 

she belted out every song loud and proud. was the loudest shrieker (is that even a word?) in, we WISH you a merry christmas. knew her mark and did not deviate. cried when it was her turn to sit on santa's lap. and overall kicked serious christmas caroling butt. i was one proud momma. 

the jam.

there are several times throughout the day where i stop and reminisce on how great of a parent i am. like when ella calls me a butt. or when she is running around like a crazy person and doesn't listen. those times are the greatest of great. today was another such glorious moment in the glorious moment's of parenthood. while driving to costco and simultaneously singing christmas music at the top of our lungs, she stops and says quite matter of factly... 'mom can we listen to my song?' 'what song is your song,' i replied quite perplexed. 'you know, call me baby.' oh yes. that is my 4 year old daughter's song. how could i forget? 
so like any good, no great mother i turned it on and turned it up.
 '...ripped jeans skin was showin', hot night, wind was blowin', where you think you're goin' baby!' that is the jam. those are the times. just me and my girl.