and I’m back

The trip home to Colorado aka “Be a pesudo parent and take care of my sister’s two kids for a week” was a success. Word of warning: I know a lot of people don’t like mommy blogs that talk about their kids and how great they are. The following few posts will not be that. Instead they will be an obsessed Aunt gloating about her nieces.

First up: the little actress/dancer. This is during the first performance out of three that I got to witness (she is the one touching her toes..actually doing the moves).

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A bit of a clown, I’d say.

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Then off to play a flower and a card in “Alice in Wonderland”:

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signing autographs:

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Four things I loved/learned about being home and being a pseudo parent for a week:

1.) Spoiling my nieces for a brief period of time is an ideal way to give parenting a shot.

2.) I realized while watching Barney that there are no zippers on his costume at all. How does he get in/out of that thing? I would assume through the head but even so it has got to be a major challenge…and really hot in there.

3.) Waking up in the middle of the night and seeing my 4 year old niece sleeping like a doll (we had sleepovers every night) is an image I’ll never forget. She is so so so so so so so so precious. Even if she snores and kicks me in the side all night.

4.) Naps are an amazing thing and like Oprah and her “phone free zone” campaign I am going to start an “everyone needs to take a siesta” drive. Recharging even just for 15 minutes (but no longer than 45) does wonders for the brain and the body. It is healthy and should be celebrated by all ages. Seriously. Try it.

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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