In regard to my previous post, I wanted to show you all what exactly Millie was passionate about.  Over the next few posts, I'll give you a glimpse into Millie's loves.  I'm excited for you to see how she has grown and changed!

First, check this out.  Even though Mills left ballet behind, we couldn't pull her away from the stage if we tried.  If you've ever been around Millie for more than 5 minutes, you've seen her.  Stand-up comic, dancer, singer, hula-hooper, you name it, she can work it.  She loves performing, and doesn't even begin to understand the concept of stage fright.  Here are a few images from her first play from her school's Drama Club.  She rocked it as "Betty Jo", the sassy cowgirl.

Well, shame on me.  Shame on me, AGAIN.  I haven't blogged in so long that the admin section of the back-end of my blog LOGGED ME OUT.  That was {thisclose} to being as bad as someone slamming a door in my face and telling me I'm not welcome anymore.  But not really...because this is MY house.  So that whole comparison really doesn't work, now does it?  I digress.  Wouldn't want my blabbering on to distract from the preciousness that is little Miss Cozette. 

Cozette, along with her darling parents Bethany and Manny, lives next door.  I can't tell you how lovely it was to roll out of bed, get dressed, and walk right over to start the session.  We're talking dream-come-true status.  Even better?  When Cozette needed perking up, we just pulled Millie from her blueberry muffin to join us.  See, Cozette doesn't quite understand it yet (she's a baby...duh), but she's kind of obsessed with Mills...in a really good way.  They absolutely adore each other, so Mills made the PERFECT little assistant that morning.  That's my girl!

Here's the babe...a classic beauty with more personality in one little body than I've ever seen.  These are the pictures to prove it!

Wouldn't it be THE BEST if we grownups could have a field day every Spring just to get our sillies out?  I mean, how stress relieving is it to jump in a bounce house?  Incredibly relieving, right?  And the sponge toss...I could ACE that joint.  Seriously.  I would win the blue ribbon of sponge tossing if somebody could make this grownup field day happen.  And hey---why don't we grownups get ribbons anymore???  OK...yeah.  You're right.  It's called money.  And money is great.  But you know what might be better for JUST ONE DAY?  Hula hooping to 80s music. 

Sigh.  I miss being a kid.  Guys!  We had it so good and we didn't even know it.  We begged and pleaded to get older and to be able to wear makeup and curl our hair and wear heels and for WHAT?  I'd trade a kid their gig ANY DAY.  To get my Jazzercise on with my fellow Alton Eagles and 3rd grade PE teacher Mrs. Matejowsky and watch her helicopter (or cereal box or globe or watermelon) earrings dangle in time to the Beach Boys was pure heaven.  Relay races and tug o' war and DODGEBALL...that was the stuff that made the world go 'round.  Life, though good in it's own right, is so complicated now.  Taxes and life insurance and baggage fees and lattes and that freaking Jones family that everyone is trying to keep up with just BUG.  Since Michelle Obama hasn't instituted a program for us adults to get in touch with our inner children yet, feel free to live vicariously through these images, taken at Millie's school's Field Day.  Get your freak on.