
rob took mimi to see laurie berkner perform today after korean school. he picked her up from school, they ate lunch at home, then headed off to see the show. a few hours later they return and rob says that at one point he loses sight of mimi there at the concert and he's looking around for her everywhere and finally someone has her and brings her to him. as he's saying all this my heart is racing (even though she is standing right by me and i know the outcome of it was fine) and i started to feel a dizzying trepidation. it's weird how that works...just the very thought of losing her makes me feel SO fearful! i think that's the sort of news i'm better off not hearing. i know she is fine. i know nothing happened. but my brain and body go into an involuntary response at even the suggestion of it and it's a horrible feeling.
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just this past friday evening, rob and mimi went to the ice arena for a practice session. rob said she did really well: falling, getting up, and marching all around and really starting to move on her own! (i was home with ozzy and preparing dinner.) rob took this picture of her while they were there.

well, so, i noticed that her helmet seemed to be a bit small for her...it kept slowly popping back off her head, the way a tight sock would pop off if you were to try to pull it on over a large ball. not only did it seem to be a bit small, but i just didnt think that plain ol' black helmet (a junior version of rob's bike helmet) was very cute and figured she'd probably want a pretty pink or lavender one like the other girls in her skate class.
so we went to target that evening so she could pick out a new helmet. after showing her dozens of pretty girly helmets she turned down every one and said she would show me the one she wanted and she marches right up to the wall of helmets and go for another helmet exactly like the old black one she already has. they didn't have any in her size so i steered her back to the area with helmets for 5 year olds. she perused them all very carefully and finally selected one. guess what color it was ?
yup.
black. she says she likes that color for a helmet because it's just like her dad's.
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