Magical

I had a few magical moments this weekend.

Aside from drooling over Channing Tantum's rock hard abs and ass, I did spend a little time with family.

After eating lunch with family on Friday, we hopped in the pimpin' mini and headed to my mom's house.

My Jeep is sitting there, under the shade trees, still overheating every time you crank it.

Story of my life.

Anyway, I needed to look in the Jeep for Caroline DS... which we have misplaced.

I know it is in this house (or someone's house).  I am trying not to stress out over it.

We don't take it to public places so I know we haven't left it anywhere public.

If we have left it somewhere, we have left it in a family members home.

Anyway, we were heading home in the pimpin' mini after leaving Mom's house.  We didn't find the DS... FYI.

The radio was blaring Grey Street.

What?

You didn't think mini moms listened to cool music?

The stereo system in the mini is booming (not really but one can pretend, right?)

I play Dave Matthews, Lil' Wayne, Edward Sharpe, Busta Rhymes, etc.

I may not look cool but at least I feel a little bit cooler about myself.

Anyway, as if playing Grey Street in a mini isn't magical enough, a deer ran out in front of me.

This could have been a dangerous situation, but it wasn't.

Deer are so magical.

They are so quick and secretive.

I love them.

As soon as the deer crossed the country road, Caroline started singing.

Word for word.

Talk about an ultra magical moment.

My 5 year old was singing the words to Grey Street.

I thought it was a fluke.

I immediately starting playing the next song which happened to be When the World Ends.

She started singing.

Proud Mama Moment.

A deer AND my child singing Dave Matthews.

Now, if only she could rap as fast as Busta... whew!  Talk about magical.

That would be the icing on the cake.

I drove a minivan. Vomit.

The Jeep ride is getting inspected.

So, Daddy George let me borrow a car.

Scratch that... a minivan.

A van.

A pimp van.

Y'all know I hate a minivan.

Gross.

I posed and made my 5 year old take my picture with the van.

It is old.

No automatic doors.

No DVD player.

No freaking air conditioner.

As if the van could get any worse.

NO AIR.

As soon as Caroline got in she screamed "WHAT IS THAT SMELL????"

The pimp van smells of cheeseburgers and... urine.

With all that in mind, I said a lot of ugly words driving the pimp van to story time this morning.

I parked behind the library.

Dangerous... I know.

I had to hide the van.

 Thank goodness no one saw us.

What a disaster that would have been.

We can't hide the smell but we can hide the van.

Holler!

Crisis avoided.

UNTIL, I saw this picture.

Dear God.

I was dancing back to the house and Caroline was snapping pictures.

I took one look at this one and notice my zipper was down.

Not only did I show up to story time in a minivan, I went into story time with my zipper down.

Dang, I am so cool!

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* For more giggles: As I was typing this post, Bug walked up to me.  She tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Can we go ride the minivan now?"  She loves it.

The exact moment I realized she was mine.

Have I mentioned Caroline was playing soccer?

Yes. Was.

Many weeks of being excited. Many minutes picking the perfect cleats. Many miles looking for stupid shin socks (btw never found them). It all came down to 60 minutes on the field.

60 minutes and she was over it.

It is official, she HATES soccer. One practice and the kid hates soccer.

I was having mixed emotions about being a soccer mom anyway. The whole soccer mom/minivan/mom jeans stigma was making me nervous. I had a vision of myself in a minivan with a magnetic soccer ball on the back. In my vision, I was wearing mom jeans and had bangs. Scary.

Maybe Caroline sensed my apprehension. I know Carrie did when she read my facebook status about the situation. She was all... "Hailey, you are going to love it. Caroline is going to love it. It is so much fun." Nope. Wrong.

All I know is, Caroline would not let Ryan leave her side.

Everyone kept saying... "Oh, who is the assistant coach out there"... "I wonder who the assistant coach out there is?"

NEWS FLASH... definitely NOT the assistant coach. That's just my husband, people. My kid is the one screaming every time the other children come near her. She will not let him leave her side. Thanks for the concern.

Later she told us she was scared that the other boys were going to push her down. Ryan admitted that they were pretty big kids. (Most of the boys were 6. Caroline just turned 4) He also admitted that one of the little boys could more than likely beat him at a game of soccer. Therefore, we didn't make her go back.

"What do you want to do? Dance? Cheerleading?" I asked.

"Umm... just pottery. I just want to do pottery."

It was just verification that she actually is my child. I'm not a very athletic person. I cheered for 6 years and loved it. However, I never played soccer, softball, etc.

It was also relieving to know that I am still a normal, jeep driving, minivan hating, low rise jean wearing mama.

As for those magnetic soccer balls... they can kiss my ass. My kid wants to paint pottery.

PS- Carrie, I have a magnetic soccer ball for you. I also sense a minivan in your future. Let me just say though, you are the prettiest/coolest soccer mom I know.