Hello, girls!

It's time to blog about my darling daughters (OK, here's the thing: Daughters #2 & #3 are now active readers of this blog and have logged in more than a few complaints about their lack of print space. Therefore I shall try to throw them a bone and mention them a couple of times -- they'll soon become too busy to keep up with this and I'll be off the hook. This is all on the presumption, of course, that they don't read between parentheses).
Anyway, my daughters are awesome. Even the pancake-dream-crushing one. It was great to have them home, even for just a weekend, or part of a weekend.
Daughter #3 was in a talent show at college last weekend -- she did an awesome job, as usual. Those girls (all 3) can sing! I didn't get to go see her since that's the weekend I was already scheduled to be in Tulsa. But Son #2 did video the show for me so I got to see it. Well, sort of see it. Picture the camera stability of "The Blair Witch Project" and you've got a good idea of the outcome. At least the sound was great! And kudos to Son #2 for even attempting to do this for me. :)
Daughter #3 had to go back to school yesterday. Daughter #2 stayed until this afternoon. I like spending time with her, even if we're both just sitting in the same room, reading. She's pretty neat (oh, and she pretty much dressed normally this weekend. Woot.).
So now that I've overflowed with positive comments, can I just share something? Why is it that older siblings feel it's their sworn duty to tell you how much of a slacker you are with the younger siblings? I KNOW I'm a slacker --- I don't need any reminders. They don't understand this one important fact: I'm tired. Those boys are wearing me down, bit by bit. Well, not totally cuz I'm still mean. Just not as mean as I was back in "the day", I guess.
Oh, and it's not just that I'm tired, but I'm also learning to choose my battles more effectively. And learning how to loosen up a bit. I don't think that I'm alone in this. I think almost all parents loosen up over the years. That's why the youngest child always seem to get away with murder! And why the oldest child will be just as uptight with her first child. It's the delightful theory of "what goes around, comes around".
Who came up with that stupid theory anyway?