Sunday, Eldest Twerp and I had a little mother daughter day. And we both found a new lover of our soul: Gelato. For her, mint chocolate chip. For moi: dolce de leche. 
In transition, "dolce de leche" ironically enough, means "Lover of CG's Soul." How cool is that?
Please don't judge me.
But in this little girl's heart? There is room for none other than mint chocolate chip.
Seriously, it is hard sometimes to look down in those eyes and wonder what kind of impact you are making. The move, the new school, the transitions. How does it all change the very person she is? How do the decisions I make make an impression on her life forever.
Motherhood: It is a big responsibility. And you only have one chance to get it all right. God help me.
But there is always shopping ... and ET's quirky sense of humor. She wanted me to post this like a Where's Waldo. But instead call it Where's ET?
She makes me smile. Always. 
8 comments:
I just love your blog! You guys are just too funny!
gah those old navy ads freak the flip outta me!!! i spotted her right away. cuz she's so cute :) mother daughter days are the bestest:)
You're a great Mom, CG! Trust me on this:)
ok i am really starting to feel jipped. because i have not met ET and i need to.
sorry i haven't commented lately. it's because i haven't been reading your blog.. =P i haven't been on my own either so don't get all mad! can you believe my bosses have actually had me WORKING this week? THE NERVE!!
but i'm all caught up now. glad you nailed the presentation!
Ya'll are so so funny!
All she needed was a sticker on HER shirt and she would have blended right in.
~Mad(elyn) in Alabama
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Looks like a fun day! She'll remember those times when she's "all growed up!" ;)
p.s. Gelato is gooooood. Pricey little stuff, though!
For the record hazelnut & bananana (one scoop each) is thebest I've been eating it for 30 years off (living in the us) &on (living in Europe) -- have I mentioned I lived in Germany?
savor every moment! oh, I see you are doing that already. Okay, I got nothin' then.
No, I take it back. I thought dolce de leche was italian for "straight to Dana's hips!" hee hee!
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