'Enchanted' Aftermath

So my little blossom and I went to see 'Enchanted' tonight. Great movie. Worked for kids too. Dedee loved it.

After we see movies, Dedee is always a little over-excited. One time, we were at a theater and my little 80 pound blossom collapsed the landing gear. This was after 'The Golden Compass,' which, by the way, is frickin eye candy. The police officer there thought he was going to solve this problem tout de suite. Yeah, whatever, knight in shining Kevlar. Ye have met thy match.

Anyway, he couldn't fix it. I fixed it though.

So, moving on, tonight after the movie, Dedee decided to run around the parking lot. She wasn't watching for cars very well and with my bruised tailbone, I couldn't chase her, but I did my best and we made it to the car without any broken bones.

However, little Dedee wanted to take control of the situation and didn't feel like getting in. I got in the car and tried to get her with something like five requests. No dice. She was out there taunting me. Daring me to control her. 'Hey gimp, you can't control the seven year old!!!!'

So I locked all the doors but the one that I wished her to use and proceeded to turn up the music and start dancing in my seat and looking like I was having the time of my life. LOL. Worked like a charm!

But then of course she didn't want to buckle up. One warning about the kid police was all it took.

I'm really getting good at this. Mack and I were just joking the other day about how I better heal up soon, before Dedee takes over the world and starts bombing other countries while I'm out on the corner selling flowers. He was soooo right!

Dedee, Mommy's only 31 and she ain't a gimp. I'll be healed in about five days and your reign of terror will be over, biatch!!!!

Christmas Eve 2007

Christmas Eve was frickin awesome. I will really cherish this memory forever. I have decided to start a new tagged section of my blog, called Awesome Freakin Memories. This will be the inaugural post.

I had to fight some depression on Christmas Eve as the Mackistani was gleefully planning to leave for Florida on 12/26 to play professional tennis for a little while until he's forced to find employment again. But I did manage to fight it off.

And so, I picked up my little blossom from school on Christmas Eve, and we were off to our apartment. Having arrived there, we proceeded to eat something for dinner, but I don't remember what. Dedee wasn't too off her rocker, having spent the whole day at Behave'n having her behavior corrected. :)

After dinner, it was time to find something to do besides watch TV. So, I thought, what should we do? Well, first we wrapped the snowflake ornament that Dedee painted for her *real* Mommy. I tried to teach her something about wrapping stuff. We did a good job. Dedee wrote on the gift tag. To 'Momy' from 'Dedee'. LOL. Yes, she used her new nick. hehehehehehe.

Next up, trying to pass some more time, I thought, hmm, what should we do? Well, Dedee is only seven, so she is still innocent. I love answering her questions about Santa. I have an answer for every question.

'How will Santa get into our apartment?'

• A: I will leave the patio door unlocked. The reindeer will hang out on the roof.
  

'How will Santa know where I am?'

• A: Well, you sent him a letter, right? And didn't we just see him at that party last Saturday?

I forget what else she asked. I should have started this chain of posts long ago. Because she says innocent stuff like this every day!

Anyway, so we decided to track Santa on NORAD's site. Awesome! She loved it and believed every word.

Then we tried to watch Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer on YouTube and also Frosty the Snowman. That went well also.

Then it was time for bed and Dedee was tempted to be naughty, but I reminded her that Santa is stillllll watching. Worked like a charm. Anti-psychotics and melatonin taken, Dedee curled right up for bed. And stayed put.