Reasons why this video is my life: First, I DID start a blog...and do a half ass job of posting a couple times a month, or week if I happen to find super powers somewhere. But I still love it! One time, I too made the mistake of driving with children and balloons in my car. I told one of the kids to stop, for the love of PETE, banging a balloon on my head. After threatening to throw the balloon out the window 10 times I snapped. I threw the car into park at a stop sign, got out and stomped those balloons to their untimely death. The silence from the backseat after that was like heaven to my ears. R2 is lucky to get to dance class dressed in a proper leotard. She's worn a leopard print skirt before and a gymnastics leotard, though, gosh darn it. Can I get an "amen" for whatever it takes to get them out the door? I do want R2 to look up to me...as long as it's not for my sailor's mouth or my addiction to Diet Dr. Pepper and bad reality televi