My daughter Julissa Lynne just turned 10 on August 17th. She is excited to be a double digit. I praise God for her health and brilliance. I can’t believe she’s grown so much. We didn’t have much money to make anything huge so we decided to spend the day remembering all the funniest things ever. I grabbed my journal and read to her some of my favorite jot-downs of her. The first one off my head was when she was about 2 going on three. We were in a crowded bathroom at the mall. We were in the same booth. She yells from the top of her lungs. ” Yay, mommy did poo-poo in the potty !” She started clapping and everyone else in the bathroom joined her. I almost had a stroke of embarassment. I didn’t want to come out. Then to top it off, on the way out she truely asked an elderly woman, ” Excuse me do you have a treat for my mommy for using the potty?” I wanted to invest in some duck tape.

On April 2005, we were discussing female phases. She asked her dad out of the bue, ” Hey dad, mom says I’m gonna get a period one day. Am I gonna get a question mark too?” He became a meiniken for about thirty seconds, lol. September 2005, Her school nurse calls my job telling me that we have a problem. I was freaking out thinking that something bad had happened. Apparently Julissa had the chicken pox. She told the nurse that it was all my fault because I was ALWAYS cooking chicken. That evening I made steak and potatoes with collard greens for supper. She asked her dad out of the blue, ” Hey dad, is there such thing as steak pox? Dad always seems to get the curveballs.

I am blessed with a wonderful husband who plays lots of games with our son Joseph. One of their favorite games is to do things blaming eachother for it. For ex: Robert would mush Julissa and say that Joseph did it. Joseph would mush me and say that Juilssa did it. That type of jaz. With that in mind check this out. My son Joseph (two at the time) and I were browsing through the mall. He was in the stroller. My usual pattern was to slowly walk through each isle pausing along the way checking out what ever caught my interest. I purchased two gowns to wear to the hospital when I gave birth to Julissa. Plus some nursing bras. I gladly checked out like normal. When I was about to exit, the alarm went off. I smiled assuming that the cashier forgot to scan something or some mistake went up about. The security guards came and rudely inspected my purse and pockets in public. The tall mean one pointed to the stroller. Little Joseph was having a feast with some chocolate. It wasn’t just any kind. It was some type of French or German expensive chocolate. Joseph looked at the guy and pointed to me with his little finger and said, ” She did it.” I was like: ” No I didn’t!” I said, ” I don’t even like chocolate. ( which is true) The guards were like: ” Yeah mmm-h-m-m-m. You not only have to pay for this chocolate that he messed up but we don’t want you in this store anymore. I started crying. I couldn’t believe it. Joseph at some point must have grabbed a bunch of chocolate with out me noticing. I was so disturbed by this. I’ll tell you one thing, those blaming games are over!