Back to the grind....

Kali's Monday started with a quick dose of reality, poured right into her little cup of life.  More projects due (Open House is in fact overrated at this age, and teachers like to fill their classrooms up with STUFF to show off, meanwhile bogging our kids down, #thankyouverymuch) Anyyyysshhhwaysss. Her run for ASB Historian proves to add just a little more salt with the pepper in this busy life.  Here's a sneak peek at what lies ahead for her..Not to mention her hardcore studies for The SAT'S that is creeping up with lightening speed.  Talk about nerve wrecking. ugh.  After our visit to Michaels last night...and another run to CVS to pick up over a hundred pictures...here's a sneak peek.

  How about a little slice of her HS life...?  These are in fact the days...

And she will put together all things "Life at Los Alamitos"......

I really can't.....

imagine that we are staring at her Senior year....

I really don't want to accept it.....

quite yet....

These roads have been built with some amazing friends....

And one awesome boyfriend....

And teammates...

Loving eachother.  Supporting eachother.

Keeping spirit alive....

While staying on top of their game.....

And being good kids....

Always encouraging....

And always staying little ladies....

She will be tired.  She is most likely yearning for these days.....

And these.....

And soon enough, they will land at her fingertips.  High School is hard at this level.  There are many pressures.  Academics, friendships, parties, keeping up with "who's doing what" and living with eachother daily while keeping one another on track.  Helping that one friend that needs to be enlightened or held up for the moment.  They do that for eachother.  I see their bonds.  I love what I see.  There are moments of worry.  Moments of concerns.  But we were never told these HS days would be perfect.  And our children would be perfect.  Because that does not exist. It simply doesn't. There will be those days in our homes, where we scatter from room to room wondering..."what did I do wrong?"  We have no answers.  We can just support them.  Listen when their upset. Guide where we can.  Go, do, and purchase all they need to get the job done.  It's what we do.  It's how we react.  Keeping calm while they ride their storm.  And then sitting back while the tide goes back out.  Only to watch those certificates come in.  The college applications await our attention.  The visits to campuses that will soon see us.  The morning of their SAT'S that we'll send them off with that silent little prayer as they drive off.  The moment for my senior parents that are shuttering the thought of packing their goods to leave for college.  Be proud.  Be very proud.  This job is for all of us.  Sleepless nights.  Wiping tears from their faces.  Or getting the..."Mom, can you please just leave me alone right now".....These books close and reopen, over and over again.  And still......we are here. 

Happy Tuesday Taco Heads.  I have some choices today.....Either go on a long nice workout walk/run with my sister...and enjoy some more talk about life....or head down to the Street Fair in HB for some dolla tacos.
Hmm.  Tough choice, but I think my body would appreciate the movement of arms and legs, and maybe just maybe less tacos for now.

Thanks for letting me share my world with Chapter Sixteen Girl.  Soon to be Seventeen.   And I can't believe it. I really want it to slow down.  My baby.

Here's some trivia....
Chewing gum while cutting onions will prevent tears.
Fish have eyelids.
A snail breathes through its foot.
Fish can cough.
The average woman consumes 6 lbs of lipstick in her lifetime.
No word in the English language rhymes with month.

Go ahead, work on that one.

Live sweet, and love deep.

xoxo

The Mama.  That drives around gathering all things for projects, and a run at HS ASB Historian.
Cross your fingers for Miss. K.  There are top runners in this.  A few of which are very very besties.

P.S.  For Sale:  YOGA MAT.  Freeninetynine.  Cute, pink, and still in the package!  
P.S.S. Teeth whitener, why do you hurt so bad?
P.S.S.S.  Brandi, I hope you let your hair down in Tahiti girl.  Relax, and keep your toes in the wata!  Gio will be just fine.  He has a perfect big sister.....let this trip be about you...