The fruits of my life

I'm not really sure why or when we started calling her Noodle. It could have been when she was still a squirmy little baby or because she was a lanky toddler. Or honestly because her name starts with an N and I was cooking spaghetti for dinner one night and called her that by mistake and it just stuck. Noodle, actually has many nicknames, noodle, nattie, nat nat, nattie no butt (she really hates that one), etc... Regardless of what nickname we call her by, she almost (she's a teenager) always answers with a smile and willing attitude. At the beginning of this school year, superman and I were really worried about how high school would affect her personality. You see our other daughter, uh hem Pumpkin, was quit the punk freshman year. And we were sincerely hoping to not have to endure the frustration again. Much to our surprise, Noodle, has had no suck punkish qualities so far this year. She is loving freshman year and getting involved with band, FCA, theater and orchestr...

I find it hard to believe that My Superman and I have two teenage daughters; let alone one who is old enough to drive. This is the first year she can drive to school. It's freaky;I remember when I was old enough to drive to school. I felt totally independent and FREE. As a parent, knowing that she probably feels the same way, is frightening. Waiting up until one the other night (morning) for her to come home was a bit nerve wrecking. She was at a band competition in Masslion, Ohio; just so you didn't think we were really crazy and that 1am is her curfew. I laid in bed feeling tired and a bit irritated that the contest ran so late, and happy I didn't need to go out and get her. As the minutes ticked on and my eye lids got heavy I began to imagine all the awful things that could happen, then finally at 1:01 AM she walked in. Yea!!! And then this morning, I was on my way home from teaching my 6am Spinning class and noticed that traffic was seriously backed up. Ick, must be...