My Princess and Her Festival

and so begins the "catch up posts" that have been slowly building one by one. this summer has been a crazy one and not so much because of a million activities that we've been involved in but more because i can only think of so many things to keep my son busy. i'm sad to admit it but he and i go the rounds. he pushes the envelope, i lose my patience, he thinks it's funny, which infuriates me even more, and by the end of the day i've had it. pure exhaustion and when i think back on what we accomplished that day, it depresses me to think that it's been one big fat nothing. i pray that it gets better with age but i fear that my patience is slowly slipping away from me.

i was at lunch with some friends today and the topic of summer ending soon came up. my face glimmered with pure excitement and anticipation while my friends shared their sadness of how much they'd miss their kids. i immediately thought and then asked "what's wrong with me???" and honestly that sucks. i love my 2 with all of my heart but why do i have to be that parent who can't wait to be rid of their kids. why can't i be that sentimental parent who lives solely for their kids? i don't know. i wish i could find a balance i guess. though i will admit that i have a sort of balance when it comes to which child i will miss. and again how horrible is that?
"i will miss you kindra but carter i can't wait to send him off!" that sounds even worse though it's true. he is just sooooooo hard and she is just sooooooo easy. anyway....

when my little sister was in town months ago (see. catching up) we decided to take all of the girl cousins to the princess festival and we had a blast! kindra was eating it all up and loved getting all of the "princess" signatures...









these were my favorite pictures of kindra who was loving listening and watching the "cinderella" story...





it was a great day bonding with my little kin who i'm realizing is not so little anymore. 8? 8?! when did this happen? i love her with all of my heart. i love her imagination. i love her "flighty'ness". i love how silly that she can be. i love the phrases and words that she'll just bust out of nowhere. she's mine for a reason. i know that for sure!

(and yes. i love my carter bubby just as much. i love his smile. i love his giggles. i love the projects that he'll create for himself. i love how hard working that he is. i love his true desire to do what's right. i love him. all it boils down to is i HATE his disability and i HATE who it at times can make him.)

and please. don't judge me until you've walked in my shoes.....