I'm a dress..

I have nothing really new or exciting to post about. There are just a couple of quick things to share. First, Eric is now the Head Varsity Wrestling Coach as West Hall. I am so excited for him. Anyone who knows Eric knows how passionate he is about coaching. He loves the boys he coaches as if they were his own. He pushes them hard because he expects the best and will accept nothing less. So, in case you can't tell, I am so proud of him.

Chloe and Cayla are doing well. I am also SO VERY PROUD OF CHLOE!! Her behavior and attitude has improved drastically in the last month or so. She is such a joy to be around. She always has been but some days it seemed more like a chore to be "Mama". Cayla is so active and such a little comedian. She is also such a loving little thing.

Ok, here is a funny little thing that Chloe did recently. I am not sure I can really tell the story in a blog but here it goes. One evening after I got home from work I was talking to Chloe and she asked me "Mama, where do we live?" I told her our address and then we went on talking about something else. Well, later that evening my dad came by to visit with the girls for a little while. I said "Chloe, tell Papa your address." She wouldn't answer which is not unusual. She doesn't like to perform on command. I asked her a couple more times over the next 30 or so minutes. Then we had the following conversation:
Me: Fine, Chloe, what state do we live in?
Chloe: Georgia
Dad: What city do we live in?
Chloe: Gainesville
Well, that wasn't sufficient for me. I KNEW she remembered her address and I was going to keep bugging her until she told him. A few minutes later it was almost time for her to go to bed so I thought I would give it one more try.
Me: Chloe, PLEASE tell Papa your address.
Chloe: Looking at me in a state of complete bewilderment...kinda shrugging her shoulders as she says it..... "Papa, I'm a dress"

No wonder she was looking at me like I was crazy. She thought I was saying "Tell Papa you're a dress." I wonder what was going on in her mind for the hour I was pleading with her.