Conversation overheard between two cousins during our family vacation.
5-year-old: “Do you have Noggin?”
6-year-old:“Umm, no. [pause] Do you have Google?”
No, we’re not here, but we passed through St. Louis on our trip up.
More pictures and details to come. Gotta post this before I lose Internet connection agai…
Question: What is, what’s happening where we plan to go on vacation, Alex? Because we are cursed. Cursed, Alex, when it comes to vacations.
Yeah, he does in Florida. That’s just how we roll here.
We had appointments with the dentist this morning. The dentist’s building has this.
An alligator.
When their teeth were all sparkling (no cavities!) and clean, they got these.
Balloons.
One of which is already stuck out of reach in my vaulted ceiling.
The others are sure to follow.
Yep. Two seconds after I typed that, here’s what happened.
Two down, one to go.
On the way home, we stopped here.
Old MacDonald’s.
That’s right. We stopped by “the farm” for milkshakes.
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Question of the day: Isn’t that Squiggy on Oswald?
A quacker box!
Oh, stop. You’re quacking me up.
(Re-enactment for blogging purposes)
Why I never take a shower: Things like this happen.
While I lathered shampoo, my youngest walked in the bathroom with a package of chocolate-chip cookies in her arms. I thought, “Umm … didn’t I put that on the top shelf of the cupboard?”
Yep.
That’s my middle child in the photo. According to all three of them, she’s the one who got the cookies. Yipes. When did she get so tall? The pediatrician said she’s in the 90th percentile for height. Incredible for a preemie.
I thought it was the youngest who got the cookies. She’s also the smallest, which means she would have had to use the shelves as a ladder. (Trying not to think about the hard tile floor, her head cracking open and all the shelves crashing down … or some such.)
When she was in the bathroom — while I was showering, which for obvious reasons, I never do — she asked for help opening the package. I told her I needed a minute. In less than a minute she was gone. Apparently, she didn’t need my help.
She’s very resourceful.
See?
Chocolate chips all over the floor. Yeah, that feels great when they melt between your toes. But … chocolate smiles all around.
It could have been worse. They could have cut each other’s hair. Take it back! Take it back! I probably just jinxed myself. Excuse me while I round up all the scissors and lock them in the safe.
Getting the right number of fingers to hold up …
Celebrating with cake …
Remember last year?
And the year before?
And three years ago?
And way back when … hard to believe …
Happy birthday, Baby Girls!
