And so it begins.

Macy and a friend from school were playing today, when I was called into the playroom to help with something. About 1 second later Macy says,

"Um, mom, could you please leave the room?"

Suuuuure...I see I'm cramping your style.

That's when Macy looked at me like I was a flesh-eating alien.

I guess the kids aren't using "cramping your style" these days.

I'm officially un-cool.

I knew it was coming, I just thought I was cool enough to hang onto it until she was a sassy teen. I think it's because even "cool" isn't cool.

Oh,man.

Hmmmm Snow

I'm so glad my children love the snow...

Not to say that I don't...
Okay, I don't.

Polly mostly eats it.

Up until a few weeks ago, my ladies were happy playing in these. Notice Macy's pants are at least 4 inches too short and Polly's 6 inches. You get to know the snow on a more intimate level this way. It sticks to your legs and fills up your boots nicely. FYI.

Christmas, Final Chapter

A final Christmas post.
(it's been too long)

Merry Christmas.
My hair looks weird.

New skirts and new snow hats.

The best Christmas gifts are homemade.
Gifts made by your own mother.
But these were made by Auntie Holly.

Lessons from Nursery

This is what Polly learned in nursery today:

"Jesus is good to me and some monsters are scary."

Good to know they are learning the facts.

Christmas, Chapter 2

The annual Christmas eve puppet show/ talent show at Grandma Dedee's. Unfortunately there are no pictures of Macy's talent of playing Jingle Bells on her recorder (all one note).

Polly's carefully checking out who has the best bathtub toy? Penguins or Dalmatians? Tough call.