Not me, that’s for sure. Macy’s wax museum thing at school was today. Here’s a gratuitous pic for you lurking family members:
Macy came home last night and announced they HAD to have props. We made a quick trip to the DI for some dark glasses and some dead guy’s cane (you know that’s why it was there). She also found that battery operated candle and had to have it. We were trying to come up with something else, when she remembered the story of Anne giving Helen a doll and signing “D-O-L-L” into her hand. So, Kit Kittredge got to dress like Helen Keller and participate in the wax museum, too. I might have skipped Enrichment to get the doll dress done, but Macy’s giddy-ness about it this morning was totally worth it.
If you’re calling to tell me how to treat constipation in my 3 year old and there’s any chance your cell phone might ring mid conversation within ear shot, please choose a ring tone other than “Push It”.
I will not be able to control my giggling.
Here’s where I confess that I always use the “free” (but please send us money) address labels that come in the mail. You know, from the American Cancer Society or Cystic Fibrosis or whatever. Have I ever sent any of them money? Not even once. If you’ve ever gotten mail from me with a Ziggy return address label, now you know why.
There are times when the extensive stash of plain onesies and tees I have in the basement comes in handy. Tonight was one of those times. Macy wanted something festive to wear to school tomorrow and we came up with this. I used Wonder Under to attach the red fabric and then sewed random buttons around the edge. We were going to fill the whole thing in but decided we liked this better (and it didn’t take as long). Total cost? Nothing.
On the inside were two completely separate bananas, nestled side by side. And they made for a delicious smoothie.
And if you haven’t yet, check out this AWESOME Valentine idea my friend Alissa came up with. Totally filing that away for next year.
Three years have passed since this happy photo was taken:
3 years and 4 weeks, actually. I was *only* 35 weeks pregnant then. That’s right….I got bigger and bigger and bigger until my OB took pity on me and evicted all 9lbs 13.5oz of Campbell at 39 weeks.
Random things about Campbell:
He knows how to burp on command and does so very well.
He’s freakishly strong (see here, in case you forgot).
He weighed 28lbs before he finally learned how to walk.
Every night when we ask whose turn it is for prayer he says “I said it last night.” Number of times he’s actually ever said the prayer? 2.
You know how you have those things you say “I’m so glad I’ve never had a kid who __________” about? He’s done every single one of them.
Why yes I did let him pick his own jammies….why would you ask? Sweet birthday crown he got in nursery on Sunday, ey? He’s worn it for 3 days solid now. You should have seen the mayhem that happened when he thought Macy *might* have ripped it.
Happy birthday, Moose!
