My Precious Girls

It has been brought to my attention that I don't tell much about my girls in my blog. Well SHAME ON ME!! My sweet girls who make me so very proud. Who love me when I feel like no one else does. Who lift my spirits without knowing I'm down. Those precious children that beg me to join them on the trampoline and then giggle as they ask me five minutes later if I've wet myself yet. (try jumping on one for a while and tell me you don't)

Let me be the first to tell everyone that I have the most wonderful girls in the all the world. They are all smart, funny, and they are proof that no matter how many children a woman has, they all have different personalities. I'll use thier nick names.

Let's start with Doog Boog. (she hates when I call her that) Boog is now 11. She's looking at "crossing over" and rolls her eyes when I mention what she needs to be aware of. Boog isn't boy crazy (THANK GOD!) She's coming into her own though. She used to be goofy and this past year decided she wasn't going to do that any more. Now she can't understand why the boys are all asking her out. Well, let's see. She's got beautiful sky-blue eyes, long hair and she's the smartest kid in her class. She's not one to go with the grain. She stands her ground without being mean or smart aleck. She'll tell you how she sees it. She also can have her heart broke clean in two if she finds out she's disappointed her Dad and I. She knows she smart and helps others out when they need it. The teachers have told me more than once that they use her as a tutor for the other students. I'm so proud. What Mom wouldn't be?

Boog used to be a cheerleader but this year she wants to go into basketball and play the flute. My girl is already as tall as me. I figured she'd be that tall at 13, but she got a head of schedule. She likes to pat me on the head and tell me it will be alright. Yeah, yeah, yeah. She usually does things she thinks will help out and loves to take care of her brother. She's been after me to let her babysit. God love her. She takes after my mother with the porcelain skin and freckles that go with it. She got out of the red hair but she doesn't tan any better for it. Lol!

She was so excited about church camp last week that she told Dad and I "I'm so excited I can't think right." hahahahaha! When we picked her up I told him, "you know, she's really turning into a beautiful young lady" and he agreed. (Need to be shining that shot gun up.)
She's just as excited about 6th grade also. She loves God and gets on me many, many times for things I say or do. She is the ringleader at taking her sisters to church when she goes to her other dad's. SHE is the one that gets everyone up and they ride thier bikes all the way to church since he doesnt' get up till 1 in the afternoon. (no, he doesn't work second either)

Now B-Bug. She's 9 and we usually refer to her as our Drama Queen. She loves it. She loves attention. B-Bug has goals to be everything under the sun before she's dead. I hope she does it. She's got the ponash and the personality to do it all. She's smart also and tends to be the most popular kid in the class. When she had her birthday party, all the girls showed up and there were kids from other classes begging her to talk me into letting them come. (I can only afford so much)

She is blonde, blue eyes that are almost white. She is most usually wearing a smile and she makes everyone fall in love with her at the moment they meet her. B-Bug has they perky personality and lights up every room she walks in. Oh, and she loves to shop. (she did NOT get that from me!) This year she made cheerleader and I think she would have been heart broken had she not.

Recently B-Bug is starting to get a bit of a mouth and argues with her sisters on everything. This I attribute to age and that she's following in her sisters footsteps going into that "crossing over" stage. I figure she and I will have more arguements and butt heads more than her sisters and I will. She's been proving me right on this already this past week. I just hope she doesn't get to that stage where she hates me and does things that hurt herself in the end to get back at me.

If you saw her, you'd know why she's very popular with the boys as well as the girls. She's rarely with out a "boyfriend" as they call it. (they change boyfriends in her class like they change underwear, every two - three days. I'm alright with this and would like for it to stay that way till after college) Where Boog was agast when she got a HUGE candy heart for Valentines day (and to brag a bit more, she tried to refuse it and give it back. the boy wouldn't take it.) B-Bug takes it with grace and glows afterwards. Anyone want to guess what her love language is? I have to admit, the boys have me very, very frightened. I'm thinking of enrolling all my girls in tae kwon do. Anyone wanna chip in on the cost? I can send you an address.

Now Dink. Awwww, my precious Dink. I thought she was my last child. She was my only fat baby. Coming out a full pound and half heavier than her three siblings. Dink made almost 100's in all her class subjects. I think it was 98, 99, 99, 100 and 97. Who's counting, right?

Dink is my only brown - eyed girl. She feels a little out of place on many different occasions. I think it's cause so many people 'talk over her'. She's learning though that she can tell them that they interrupted her. She's very mild mannered and quiet. Not to be mistaken as introverted.

Dink's favorite thing to do is jump on the trampoline. We got a new mat for her birthday and she's doing her best to break it in. She's also very mechanically inclined. Since before Kindergarten when she was right upon me while taking apart a hard drive, the girl knows the names and usage for most common tools. She's the first to jump in when Dad is doing anything. (he's a mechanic by trade, that's his fun job - not the one he does now) She's the one that will surprise us all, I'm sure.

Dink loves her Mama. Her little eyes sparkle when I talk to her. She loves to help me with anything. Cooking, laundry, dishes, sweeping. Tonight she helped me clean Dad and I's bathroom. And she's telling me while we are cleaning that she likes to clean with me. Awwwww. Makes my eyes water. She wants me to let her take care of her brother more but lands sakes, he's almost as long as she is!! She was the fattest baby but she is the skinniest of the girls. And I do mean skinny. If it weren't for lenth, she could wear the same pants she wore in Kindergarten. Literally.

I look at my girls and they all make me proud in different ways. I am constantly telling them I love them and that I'm proud of them. I know it's not that far around the corner that they won't listen to me anymore and I will be the old Mom that cramps thier style. I like how Doog Boog rolls her eyes and sighs each time she tells me she loves me and I tell her I hope she still does in 3 more years. She always tells me, "Of course I will Mom. I'll always love you." Okay, maybe she will, but B-Bug will be the one to tell me I'm fat and she hates me. Oh, ladies, enjoy those children while they are young and the only thing they step on is your toes. (in those awful shoes!!)

I have the best girls around. Period.