Trying to keep up...

The other day, I had to break up an argument between Gwen and Tula.  Tula was in tears.  I had to turn down the blaring Taylor Swift CD in order to hear what the problem was.  As it turned out, Tula was pissed because Gwen had turned the music down.  And by "down" I mean it went from 'Rock Concert-ear plugs required' to 'What did you say? I couldn't hear you over this obscenely loud music'.

The girl is all about the "Dance Party" right now.  She had her pal Eamon over for a playdate a few weeks back.  He was playing cars on the floor and she was trying her hardest to distract him into dancing with her.  "Hey Eamon, check out my dance moves.  Hey Eamon, can you do this one?"  And Eamon tried to distract her right back with the cars, "Tula, this one's awesome." No luck.  She just kept dancing.  Someday we will remind him that he wouldn't dance with her...

Yesterday, we were in the car in the pouring rain, rocking out to some Aretha Franklin when she shouted from her carseat "I love snow cones! Especially the cherry ones!"  These are the parenting moments that no one tells you about... How exactly does one respond on a rainy 40 degree day to a blanket statement about the love of snow cones?  What's better is that she didn't even want a response.  I responded with "Oh, yeah?" and she was happily onto the next thought.
Today, she came home from school with her President's Day pre-school project.  "If I was President, I would... Have water balloons."  Of course she would.  Or rather, of course she will.