Wednesday, March 26, 2014

boy oh boy.

We have a very great babysitter named Maggie who was watching the kids the other night.  Everett started to head outside to work in his workshop.  Maggie reminded him to put on a jacket.  This was his response:

Everett:  "Maggie, I am a man.  And men don't wear jackets when we work outside."

Saturday, March 22, 2014

happy happy birthday, baby.

Dear Ingrid Ru,
This week you turned three.  We celebrated you Saturday with a Minnie Mouse party. You requested oatmeal, hardboiled eggs and cauliflower for your special birthday dinner.  Yum?

This week has been a flurry of activity.  I planned colonial day for the second graders at Claire's school.  There were lots of last minute colonial-type things to attend to.  We also were in preparation for spring break and finishing up big projects.  We had another friend's birthday celebration this week and lots of late nights.  I hope in the shuffle you felt really loved.  I think you still did.  We rode the carousel on your birthday and over and over you showed me how you'd been practicing holding up three fingers to indicate your age.

You're the kid who never calls me mama unless she wants something.  You love Minnie Mouse, the movie Frozen, strawberry ice cream and mommy best of all.

I'm glad I still make the cut.  You definitely make mine.