Monday, February 13, 2006

And now I am complete.

Madeleine just said, "Mommy, when I grow up I'm going to be in the Olympics."
My job here is done.

13 Comments:

Anonymous 1 of 2 Dads in DD said...

Go Madeleine, go!

Our daughter Ceriwen doesn't just want to be a princess, she has informed us that she is THE Cinderella.

Since her Daddy and Papa are both queens we will have quite the royal family ;)

2/13/2006 10:54 PM  
Blogger mama_tulip said...

'Atta girl!

2/14/2006 6:06 AM  
Blogger Arabella said...

Maybe she can pioneer a new Performance Art category!

Mignon, when we meet, are you going to be all athletic and hate me because of my skinny noodle arms (mmmm.....noodle) and my inability to throw a ball? I'm all into getting stronger, and I try to, but I've resigned myself to the fact that my athletic prowess will never, ever improve, and I envy yours. :)

2/14/2006 6:15 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Arabella, becoming an adult to me meant recognizing the fact that I am a woman/girl and embracing all that comes with it. I think I missed out on a lot of good friendships by not exploring the side of me that craves femininity (I probably need to thank my SIL for bringing me over to the lighter side). So, to answer your question, I can't wait to meet you and get to know you better. Period. (I'll only make fun of your noodle arms if we scrabble up a game of football... but at this point that seems unlikely.)

And furthermore, I wouldn't even characterize myself as athletic any more. In fact, has-been springs to mind...

2/14/2006 6:43 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Mark, now I want you to rewrite Cinderella so that the Prince instead has two queens for daddies. Oh wait, that was called The Birdcage, wasn't it?

2/14/2006 6:48 AM  
Blogger Tink said...

^LMAO. I'm so turning that into a fractured fairy tale. And then the Prince develops a drinking problem and Cinderella divorces him and takes half the estate. Then she opens up a sewing college for mice and birds. Ok ok, I'll lay off the coffee.

Too cool about Madeleine! Do people actually place bets on the Olympics? I'd so be betting on your kid.

2/14/2006 7:29 AM  
Blogger Jaye Wells said...

The other night over dinner I asked my three-year-old son what he wanted to be when he grew up.

"Mama, I just want to be Austin."

2/14/2006 7:39 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Jaye, like the city?
Or like the dentally challenged secret agent?

I just asked Madeleine again, to test her resolve, and she said a speed skater in the Olympics (not my first choice, but I'll give her a little leeway on this one) and a princess at the Pendleton Round-Up. Great... back to work.

Tink!! More coffee, MORE coffee, especially if it makes you write that story! :)

2/14/2006 8:27 AM  
Blogger Jaye Wells said...

Oops, sorry. I guess I should have mentioned his name is Austin. But he definitley has International Man Of Mystery potential.

2/14/2006 8:35 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Yes, now I get it. And now that I get it, that was the best answer ever! So hug-worthy.

2/14/2006 8:51 AM  
Blogger Dawn said...

I was unaware that Funeral Dancing had become a sport. But, My child can join her for the "Uncoordinated Tap dancing, while flinging the broom stick wildly" event.

2/14/2006 10:07 AM  
Blogger Arabella said...

Mignon, you're AWESOME.

2/14/2006 10:34 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Arabella, that was my favorite comment ever.

2/14/2006 5:52 PM  

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