Garrett's sayings

The day after Christmas he asked me where his crazy dough was. When I asked him what he was talking about he said, "You know - that stuff in the egg." He was talking about Silly Putty!

Just tonight he asked me if owls were awake at night and slept during the day. I told him yes that was true and that was called being nocturnal. His comment? Just like Santa!

I love the connections his brain makes - they crack me up!

Wow! I actually remembered my password!

I know it has been forever since I've posted.

Hopefully I'll start posting again - at least every now and then!

I hope everyone had a merry Christmas and that everyone has a safe and Happy New Year!

Elizabeth

Absolutely Adorable

I walked down the hall the other night and peeked into Meagan's room to see why it was so quiet in there.

This is why:

This makes me so happy.

I need an intervention y'all

Earlier in the summer I went to Facebook on a whim. Jimmy's sisters were always talking about it and I was bored one day so I thought . . . What the heck? I'll give it a try.

Guys, I am addicted. My name is Elizabeth and I am addicted to Facebook.

I am admitting I have a problem!

(Hangs her head in shame) Facebook is the reason that this blog has suffered this summer. Summer, the time of year when I actually have time to post, had been stolen by Facebook.

Today Jimmy is gone to a softball tournament. Softball?? you ask. Yes, Jimmy is playing softbal.. (See you didn't know that because I haven't been blogging!)

I have GOT to clean house this morning while he is gone and I hope to be back in the blogging saddle tonight.

See you soon! (I hope - if Facebook doesn't call to me too loudly!)

Isn't that the same thing?

The kids and I had a little picnic this evening just to get out of the house. (We didn't go very far. We have a cement picnic table in our backyard.)

After we ate, the kids wanted s'mores. I got everything out to make them and Garrett told me that he just wanted chocolate. I said ok and handed him his piece of chocolate instead of getting it ready to microwave. (Yes, I said microwave. We don't have fires around here. We do it the quick and easy way.)

Meagan got out the marshmallows and he told her he wanted one. She gave him one and he got ready to go back outside. That's when he asked for his crackers.

When I asked him what crackers he was talking about, he told me the ones like Meagan got.

Let me think about this - I thought you didn't want a s'more.

His answer? I want all of the parts. I just didn't want it hot.

Why didn't you just say so son?

Do you think she gets it from me?

There's just no denying that she's mine. You want proof?

This exchange proves it:

Me: Meagan, will you please come here?

Meagan: sighing . . . Yes, mom?

Me: Will you please go check the mail for me?

Meagan: sighing . . . I guess (slipping on my shoes) I just wish that was really a question that I could answer.

She then heads out the door.

Total smarta**.

She's mine all right.

Meagan's New Haircut

I finally had a chance to take Meagan to get her hair cut. Mari didn't cut too much off length wise but she added long layers to help the curl look better. (Wearing it pulled up into a pony tail all during the school year is hard on the curl.)

She then blow dried it with a diffuser. I love how it looks and so does Meagan.

I think it makes her look so grown up!