To our Christmas card pic from 2009.
Last year Little Missy came across the card and asked, “Who is that little girl hugging G?” She looked at me and shook her head in disbelief when I said it was her.
And an extra from 2010, just cuz I can :).
The problem with shopping at Goodwill is that you can’t return what you buy, so you will find yourself standing in the dressing room while your four-year-old sweetly, GRACIOUSLY rattles on her story nearby and you vacillate between buying one or both pairs of jeans that you have miraculously found.
Because all the other trips you’ve taken to Goodwill, all the other times you’ve dug through the racks of jeans only to find bootcut or straight leg, never the skinny jeans in your size, have made you appreciate finding TWO PAIRS OF JEANS ON THE SAME DAY that fit. This is like a once-every-couple-of-years occurrence. Today you’ve found one AMAZING pair, and one pair that might be amazing but they’re a little snug, but they might be the exact same size as the only pair of jeans you have at home that you like quite a bit, so maybe this is a puffy day for you? Maybe the mocha from Scooter’s with your sweet pea four-year-old and the Chinese chicken from Dillon’s with your sweet pea four-year-old have made you puffier than you would be on a normal day and so that second pair of AMAZING jeans from Forever21 via Goodwill might just fit you most days of the week, most days when you’re eating a bit healthier? Maybe you won’t regret buying them and long for an actual return policy at Goodwill?
But then you don’t want to be greedy because you have other pants at home, as in lots and lots of black leggings that you wear under all your skirts, so you don’t really NEED another pair of pants, cuz even a $4 pair of possibly AMAZING jeans can be greedy when you don’t really need them, ya know?
In the end you decide to buy them because… $4. And you convince yourself that three pairs of jeans isn’t gratuitous.
This morning as I helped Baby Chickadee get ready for preschool she said to me, “I am going to dance when I go into my classroom.”
Later, as I closed the door to our truck and was about to take her hand in the preschool parking lot, she said, “Wanna see how I’m gonna dance? For my preschool classroom?” Then she did a very dramatic spin and attempted to land on one foot.
After I hugged her and kissed her, she walked into her classroom without a twirl, all the way to the back of the room with the teacher, completely sans dance. I was ignoring my friend Jayme so I had to tell her why I was watching my kid for so long.
Tonight I asked Baby Chickadee why she didn’t dance into her classroom as she’d planned. “Well I didn’t want to look weird.” Then she dramatically motioned to her outfit. “Because I am wearing PANTS, and it would look SO WEIRD to dance in pants.”
Aaaaand Baby Chickadee from her Birthday Celebration with Auntie Hayley. I’m pretty sure she’s singing and dancing right here, which is totally appropriate, seeing how she’s wearing a skirt.
… At the end of your long weekend, as you start your week. A way to ease yourself back into the drudgery of work.
Little Missy as handbag designer. Watch out, Kate Spade. -November 15
We got out the Christmas decorations early. REAL early. Over a week before Thanksgiving early. And we love it. -November 22
Some times my kids are really sweet. And you can bet your bottom dollar I focused on that when they were bickering with each other over the Thanksgiving break. -November 29
Well, the Elf on the Shelf is back. We call him Mark.
In all honesty, he’s been back for a while, ever since we got out the Christmas decorations. Hubby and I just threw him on the pile of bills and told the kids we were ignoring him til after Thanksgiving.
The kids wanted us to start with the elf hijinks right away but that’s not really mine and Hubby’s thing. A month of having to put Mark in some new and hilarious spot every single day kind of wears on us, and so it leads to a lot of kid faces with big ol’ disappointed eyes.
“Mom, that’s where Mark was yesterday. Did you forget to move him?”
“Oh. Yeah. Yes that’s funny [strained exclamation].”
Because, you see, the parents of their friends at school are apparently AWESOME at this. I hear about all these funny spots and situations their friends’ elves get into. And then when the teachers get involved with a classroom elf, well, it’s a lot more than this un-creative couple of Mr. and Mrs. Fox can compete with.
So I’m thinking that since my kids don’t believe in Santa (Baby Chickadee didn’t but now she does? We can’t really tell.) and they don’t believe in the magic of the elf, maybe they could take turns moving him. I think it’d be a good way to get them involved and allow me and Hubby to not do it and it’d get the kids’ creativity amped.
Yes. That’s what we’re doing. I’ll let you know how it goes.