Life's Little Differences

It's our differences that make this world a more interesting and brilliant place. But, what I don't get is how two children can come from the same parents, the same environment, with the same influences, and be so different. Case in point:

Cora
~Will not talk to strangers, or even look at them

Shiloh
~Loves to entertain and amuse everyone she comes in contact with.

Cora
~Loves jewelry, pink, and staying clean

Shiloh
~Likes the goth/dark color look, and although likes the jewelry, loves to get her hands dirty

Cora
~Is artistic and has her own flare

Shiloh
~Likes to color, but would rather play with her dolls (usually making
them fight like in the video games)

Cora
~Doesn't like sports

Shiloh
~Is 100% jock

Cora
~Will shy away from conflict and tell on wrong doers

Shiloh
~Will knock you out if set off and is usually the wrong doer


And that's just a few things. They are so different I can hardly believe their mine. :P But, it makes life interesting in this house, that's for sure.

Unfortunate Regrets

I hate that I cannot be home with my girls all day. Really, I do. Now, don't get me wrong. I love my daycare. My daycare mother is just fantastic and the girls LOVE going there. No, it's morons like Cora's summer school bus driver that make me become suddenly overprotective. People like that who make me want to stay home and take her to school my self, since he's not reliable. I don't feel like hashing into that again, but all I got to say is this: My daughter knows better than to lie. And when she decides to lie anyway, I can tell. She's telling me the truth this time, and I not only have the truthfulness in her eyes to tell me, but also the daycare mother and her neighbor--a complete stranger. Three against one. Who wins?

The First Entry....

I decided to start a blog about my life as a mom. This is solely for my own personal use, as I've come to the realization that my daughters are getting bigger by the second and growing way too fast. This is a problem. I've told my daughters that they need to stop growing and remain little forever. I guess it's foolish of me to think that they would listen to me. I mean, they never have before, why would they now?

As I'm just starting this blog and learning the ins and outs of this layout, I've come to a realization that I think I need a new, shorter title. I look at the top of my screen and it reads: "Dragons & Princesses, Fairies & Hands..." and somehow that seems wrong. I mean, really, what message does that portray? Of course, this is just the shortened view used for posting. I knew that. Honest.

So, today nothing exciting happened here at the house. I have learned a very important lesson, one that I shall never forget. Shiloh doesn't care who is in the room with her, or outside anywhere within screaming range. If she wants to push the child-sized baby stroller for her and Cora's dolls, than by God, she should. And if you don't let her, she will let everyone know how horrible of a mother you are.

So, that's it. My first entry. And many more to come, I hope....