Merry Christmas To All!

Weeeelllll, We Did It

I could have waited, no would rather have waited this whole lifetime to admit this, but here goes: I am now the (not so) proud owner of a minivan. I gradually did the transition from Mini Cooper to minivan. The days when someone might see me in my car and think, "That girl lookin' fly like a G6," are now replaced with, "There's an old soccer mom in a big ol' van." And my kids don't even play soccer.

Swagger wagon my butt...

Man Of The House

Daddy's been out of town, so Zeke stepped up to the plate. A screw fell out of the train table. He went to the garage and got himself a screwdriver, went to his room to get his dinosaur flashlight and got busy. Assessing the situation.

In the thick of it. Getting down and dirty. Daisy helping shine her flashlight. That pesky top just had to get out of the way. Mommy's proud of her little man!

Mommy Stands Corrected

Zeke got a sliver in his foot. He took it out himself and told me it was bleeding. I checked it out, then hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I'm afraid that's not where it hurts," he informed me. Here is where the sliver was.


The little one set me straight, as well. Daisy and I were making brownies for a Christmas party. I asked her to keep her fingers out because it was for other people. She then informed me, "We're peoples, too."