1. Oliver started pre-school yesterday. Drop off was a failure of epic proportions, but the rest of the day seemed to go okay. His teacher sent a very sweet note home about what a nice boy he is…I give it three weeks before the note reads something like “your child is a hideous beast and…
Warning…he is a weird-o. Oliver stop spitting. “I not spitting, I’m just washing.” Oh good because for a minute I thought you might be DISGUSTING! Oliver, what do you want Santa to bring you? “A princess reindeer.” A what? Oliver do you like your sister? “No, I just like her toys.” Oliver… “Call me MISTER…
When we take her out to eat, or anywhere for that matter, people always think she is older than 1. They always offer her crayons and a menu or they ask her what her name is or some other equally ignorant thing. She is one folks…yes…only ONE. She is in that weird place between baby…
2010…really? I feel a bit old. It seems like January 1st keeps coming earlier and earlier. Can some one slow it down? Okay, not yet, let my children get to an age where they aren’t driving me up the wall 24/7 and then slow it down. The blog and website are being updated and changed…
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