Intro

By the time Genieve is a teenager and old enough to think that a blog all about her was the most embarrassing thing I could do to her, blogging will be obsolete. We'll probably have halogram texting or something even better. But for now, I'll continue in this blogging parade, and what an appropriate time; I feel very grown up for at least 4 reasons:

• 1) I got mad at my Mom this morning because she called me to see if I was on my way in a timely manner to my first official day of watching Genieve (Thursdays). I'm grown up because I'm venting about Mom on the Internet. (I'm still in trouble later.)


• 2) I'll be having a car seat in my car.


• 3) I don't care about makeup...as much. On Thursdays.


• 4) I'll have to talk louder so Genieve will listen to me. A loud, authoritative voice. On Thursdays. I've never done that on any day.

So Genieve, you are "bossy boots" (not from the book about "magical" boots) , but you are the youngest in a line of bossy boots (even those of us with small voices). As Maria says, "Starting with your Lola Lola (Great Grandma) down to you, but you wear the cutest bossy boots of all."

Expect music, lifetime Ugly Ballet Moves lessons, laughing, health tips, writing and drawing tips, pictures of yourself, walks outside, reminders of how beautiful you are and that the boy who really loves you won't want you to wear makeup anyways, and...us. K...let's see how we do...oh, and we love you.