I'm trying to map hers. It's kind of complicated. And seems to center around things that happened once, when she was a girl construction worker, and the jaguars didn't think she was a tasty snack.
I love how kid minds work.
Annabel's thing is to stage "shows" with her toys--plays or movies. If you try to interrupt her or tell her it's bathtime or bedtime, she will indignantly tell you that the show is not over yet, and it's going to be a long show. I've gone from thinking we have a third-generation architect on our hands to wondering if she's going to be a screenwriter or a director.
She says she wants to be an astronaut when she grows up, though. Or a zebra.
She could be a Moon-visiting Zebra!
hooray for new job Erin! feel much better soon Ginger!
and now I need to read about 2,000 posts. And sleep some more. We woke up at 3:30 am. Well, we were woken up by a time-zoned toddler.
Timelies everyone
Buffista kiddos are definitely the cutest!
Morning all-- thanks on the lovely compliments. I was afraid that the stress-eating of peanut butter M&Ms was going to render me stuffed-sausage like in the gown, but thankfully, I seem to have escaped relatively unscathed. Just a little... fuller.
Am dying of the cute with the Matilda and Other Buffista kidlet stories. Mine are at a completely different, yet equally amusing stage since Nate's twelve and Abby's almost eleven. Light candles for me, y'all-- she announced last night "Mom, you know what I want to do on my birthday? High School Musical 3 opens on that day."
I managed to suppress the groan. I mean, all things considered, I've managed to steer her away from Britney, the Jonas Brothers, Miley/Hannah Montana and a wealth of other crappy tween stars. If my penance for that is HSM 3, well, I suppose I can suffer. And I have two-and-a-half months to prepare and fill any necessary prescriptions.
my phone rings at 7:20AM. it's my mother, who is all hot in the ass because my dad is being released from the hospital and she wants me to go with him. I say "okay, I'll leave in 20 minutes" I jump up, have a wardrobe malfunction (i.e. can't find the shirt I want to wear), decide not to shower because I spent too much time looking for it, run out the door. I call my dad to make sure that they haven't left yet and he tells me that he's not leaving until 11:30. So, I came back to the house to take a goddamned shower. feh.
Happy outcome~ma for your friend, Aims. Sounds very, very scary.
Oh, Aims... Lots of ~ma for your friend.
Tons of ~ma to your friend and Robbie, Aims. Please keep us updated.
