A Big Kid

Look who's 5 and off to kindergarten in the fall! It's hard to believe how fast the time has gone with her. She is by far our funniest kid, and still the runt of the litter. We sure love her and are so grateful she is a part of our family.

Favorite Color: Blue, pink, and purple
Favorite Food: (giggle) macaroni and cheese
Favorite Treat: cake
Favorite Animal: griaffes and zebras
Favorite Toy: Repunzel doll and different things - "mom - do not ask me my name"
Favorite Restaurant: Jimmy John's "what are you going to ask me now?"
Favorite Song: Taylor Swift "Mean"
Favorite Show: Spongebob Squarepants
Favorite Store: The Bread Store (Outlet Bakery - they give her free Twinkies)
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up: An artist
What Is Your Favorite Thing To Sleep With: Bunny
What Do You Want To Look Like When You Grow Up: I want to have make-up all over me - but not on my forehead
Who Do You Want To Marry: Jess - "He starts with a J mom"

*after a night of sleeping on it, the wee one decided that in fact it is Brody she wants to marry. She woke up this morning and told me I needed to change it. It was VERY important.

Over Heard

Me: "Oh I am so ticked I cannot find the hot chocolate!"
Hollywood:"Mom, you can just say pissed."
Me: "Um excuse me? No you cannot say that"
Hollywood:"Why? You and dad do all the time"

Curly: "Mom? How old are you?"
Me: "Well I am 34 but I will be 35 in a few days"
Curly: "Wow mom that's old! You don't look that old, you look lots
younger because that's really old!"

Me: "Bye Sweetheart. I love you! Have a great day at school."
(Said while dropping the wee one off at pre-school)
Wee One: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever"


I am not sure where all this sass comes from. Clearly it is not genetics! Although somewhere I hear my mother giggling to herself that the ultimate parenting revenge has come true. I finally have one (or a few) exactly like me.

True Love

This is Halloween

I must admit, Halloween is my favorite holiday. After all, it is a holiday with the sole purpose of collecting and consuming as much sugar as your insulin receptors will allow. In our house, it is also the only time I can talk Hollywood into going shopping with me. We go to lunch, and then we plot out where the best place is going to be to find the perfect costume. We get to talk about friends and things happening on the playground. This time we even had to have the conversation about the difference between when a girl says she likes you and when a boy says he likes a girl. Which boils down to the difference between "like" and "like like" Aren't forth grade girls supposed to be into Barbies and Easy Bake ovens, not my son?

Then it's Curly and the Wee one's turn. This year they decided to be matching kittys. We had to scour the valley looking for the right size. We found it about 45 minutes away and headed off. The conversation with a six year old and two year old is quite different than that of a nine year old. We sat on the bar stools at Johnny Rockets for lunch and talked about who was nice at school over grilled cheese squares. We talked about getting our nails done and what color they would be. The wee one interjected a few thoughts, but mostly she just blew bubbles in her root beer.

When the big day arrived, the pumpkins had been carved, and the mummy dogs consumed, we headed out with some friends for the big night. The four big kids were done about an hour and a half into it. Not the wee one, she was a warrior. We kept asking, "Are you done?" The answer was always, "Not yet."

The next morning she locked herself in the bedroom with the dogs and consumed 2/3 of the haul. A preempted strike was then formulated by Hollywood and Curly to protect their loot. If only they were so vigilant with the laundry.