For Christmas this year Laney would like scented candles, lots of 'em, and toothbrushes. Seriously, these are the only things she really cares about. A couple weeks ago her Great Grandma June gave her a vanilla scented candle because Laney was going to steal it if Grandma didn't fork it over. Laney brought it home and slept with it for about a week. We couldn't leave the house without it. Unfortunately, she dropped it in the parking lot of Toys R Us where it shattered into a gazillion tiny pieces. I bought her a new one in a little tin cup, which is much better than glass, I might add. It smells like apples and cinnamon.
A word of advice: If she offers to let you smell one of her candles, smell it and then tell her how good it smells. Don't crinkle up your nose in disdain, or tell her it smells nasty like my sister's brother-in-law did last night. She might not ever let you near her again if you talk smack about her candle.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Don't tell her I told you
Millie came home from school today with a worksheet about the letter p. She had to write a couple of p words and one she chose to write was poop. Awesome! Then later Jason and I went to our first parent/teacher conference where her teacher had nothing but nice things to say about her. (Poop was not mentioned.) On the way home we stopped and bought her a little diary with a lock and key to reward her for being such a good student. We told her she could write all her secret stuff in it so she immediately ran to her room, unlocked it and wrote a big secret. Later she told me the secret was poop and her name. But don't tell her I told you!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Obama!
The other day Millie's school held a mock presidential election. Millie couldn't wait to get in the car after school and tell me how she voted for A Rock Obana. High five Millie! We will be working on the correct pronunciation of his name and oh, are we happy!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Portland
Last weekend I visited Wendy and Dan in Portland where the weather was freakishly sunny and warm. Wendy is my best BEST friend since basically the day I was born. We have one of those friendships where we may not talk all that often, but when we're together we just pick up where we left off. Being friends with Wendy is kind of like breathing; I don't even have to think about it, it's that natural. Love you, Wendy! Oh, and also, Wendy and Dan are the perfect hosts. They live in the most perfect neighborhood and I had the most perfect time. Perfect perfect perfect!
The Pumpkin Patch
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