In some ways it seems that it took forever to get here. As the middle child we worry that you would get lost in the shuffle. Accepting what your big sister TD passes down to you, what you learn by her example and what people think you will be like as her sibling. Already. All that worry. It wasn't needed. It all rolls off you like water off a ducks back. … [Read more...]
The Comedian turned four this weekend. My original baby or 'OG Baby' as I like to call her is off to school, taking dance classes and adores all things Tinkerbell. When we asked her what she wanted to do for her birthday, we felt sure it would be a bug-themed child's birthday party or time at the parent-dreaded Chuck E Cheese. Instead she floored us with the big girl choice of the American Girl store. Mecca to her older sister, it seemed she had no interest in this place only months ago and yet there we were on Saturday morning loading up a red bag with Molly gear that made her squeal. She took one look at the bespecaled Molly and said, "You have glasses like me. I like you. C'mon! Let's go!" And off they went. … [Read more...]
1. I had to stop The Comedian from eating the sticker off her apple. Apparently she does it all the time. I swear that kid is part Tiger shark. If you looked inside her I wouldn't be surprised if you found an old shoe, a few plastic bags and a license plate. 2. The Merryville Animatronices strike again! Days people, days. It is in my head in the worst way. Complete with the "oooaah!" at the end. 3. This. Proof that spending time on too many nail blogs makes it impossible to ever pain my nails just one color at a time. I also need to stop doing my nails in the dark. … [Read more...]
Remember when you were a kid and you wanted to prolong bed time for a long as possible? This is how The Comedian does it. … [Read more...]