Welcome...

To the stage rock out.

I'm not sure entirely what this means. It's been hanging in the hall by Macy's bedroom for some time now. My guess is she's channeling her FAVORITE singer (and the only one she knows).

Hint: It starts with "T" and ends with aylor Swift.

Oh, Polly

What I love about Polly:

Her lips.


She loves having her nails painted. EVERY time she calls the nail polish, "pale nolish". It makes me laugh.


If you tickle her arms/back/legs, she will sit like she is literally frozen. Frozen, I tell you.


The other day she made a spitting sound with her tongue at me. I said, "Did you just spit at me?" She quickly told me she was just spitting at her imaginary friend that was sitting on top of my head! Whew.