I have been away for awhile. Yes. I have a good reason. Jason calls it "the 9-month sickness," and he ain't exaggerating too much. I am pregnant. I am sick. Very sick.
All this said, we are very happy. Or at least Jason is. I will be happy when I am not so sick anymore. Posts may be fewer and farther between for another month or two; usually by about 20 weeks I feel pretty good. And I usually want to sit down a lot, which is conducive to blogging.
Don't worry, I already have stories cataloged to write once I get back in the grove=)
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Crocs
I have been debating buying Crocs for myself for quite a while. (I'm talking real Crocs here) My mom swears by them, I believe she has them in every color. The girls each have a pair, Jason has a pair, and they all LOVE them. It's hard to get Brooke to wear anything else.
Finally, after about 8 months of going back and forth I found some on the website that I liked. I don't know if y'all know this, but there are so many more styles than just the traditional holey crocs. I'm not really a fan of that style anyway.
Here they are:
All I have to say is that I wish I had gotten them 8 moths ago. I justify the cost because I think these are the only shoes I will wear this summer.
Finally, after about 8 months of going back and forth I found some on the website that I liked. I don't know if y'all know this, but there are so many more styles than just the traditional holey crocs. I'm not really a fan of that style anyway.
Here they are:
All I have to say is that I wish I had gotten them 8 moths ago. I justify the cost because I think these are the only shoes I will wear this summer.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
The Wine Rack
Ok, I know this is a little late (like two weeks) but I will finally tell the story of 'The Wine Rack.'
So, we finally got a shelf that is a multi-functional wine rack. Well, multi-functional may be stretching it a bit. It is big enough to hold the stash of alcohol, all two bottles of it, but most important it holds all the wine, beer, and cordial glasses in our house. It is made of dark wood, has a couple shelves, and actually looks very elegant.
So guess what is on top of our oh-so-elegant wine rack? An air rifle.
(A gun people, a gun)
Sophistication meets Dade County. We truly belong here now.
So, we finally got a shelf that is a multi-functional wine rack. Well, multi-functional may be stretching it a bit. It is big enough to hold the stash of alcohol, all two bottles of it, but most important it holds all the wine, beer, and cordial glasses in our house. It is made of dark wood, has a couple shelves, and actually looks very elegant.
So guess what is on top of our oh-so-elegant wine rack? An air rifle.
(A gun people, a gun)
Sophistication meets Dade County. We truly belong here now.
Monday, February 18, 2008
The Flu
It is horrible. The Flu. I am seriously re-thinking my whole "the flu shot is worthless" attitude. I didn't even REALLY have it. Two in my household did. I have remnants of it, and Brooke, as far as I know, didn't have any of it.
One word:Tamiflu. It must work. Two of us tested positive for the Flu. Some of us were on Tamiflu, some not, and the ones who weren't got the whole shebang, fever, chills, headache, cough, tiredness, etc. The person who happened to get it NEVER gets sick. I mean like this was the sickness for a couple years.
So to sum up: The Flu sucks, get Tamiflu if you have been exposed, and get the Flu shot if you want to prevent it.
And that's what I have to say about that.
One word:Tamiflu. It must work. Two of us tested positive for the Flu. Some of us were on Tamiflu, some not, and the ones who weren't got the whole shebang, fever, chills, headache, cough, tiredness, etc. The person who happened to get it NEVER gets sick. I mean like this was the sickness for a couple years.
So to sum up: The Flu sucks, get Tamiflu if you have been exposed, and get the Flu shot if you want to prevent it.
And that's what I have to say about that.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Principles and Methods
As a preface, reading this post by my friend would be helpful. Realization
(Before I really start, these things aren't a criticism against the post referenced above, just about the the discussion in general. Also, the example is not about anyone who reads this blog, so ITS NOT YOU!)
As to the discussion of Principles vs Methods. I think others have plenty to say about this topic, and if you have finished the post above then we can continue.
I think the whole principle/method discussion thing is very interesting. The underlying supposition is that even if the methods are different, the principles are still observed (hence, feeding the children. They must be fed, yet we all go about it differently.)
I think some things are overlooked in this particular discussion. People get so wrapped up in defending their methods that they often lose sight of the Principles.
For my example we look at Discipline in terms of the Principle: Obeying.
(I'm not proposing to be an expert, just stating what I have had experience with.)
Parents have plenty of different strategies for discipline. Some parents discipline more, some less. Our overall method is very much different from our close friends, but in the end, our children (by the grace of God) often come out with the same principles.
Methods can be different as long as the outcome is the same. Let me repeat that:
Methods can be different as long as the outcome is the same.
What I am concerned with is when the parents defend their method as being different, yet claim that the principle is the same, when the principle is not even remotely being followed. Confused yet? Here is an example:
Once we were visiting someone's house with another family. It was made clear to a certain child from the other family (I think this child was around 2) that the kitchen was off limits due to the fact of overcrowding and the oven frequently being opened. This child repeatedly ran into the kitchen. The first time the parent scolded the child, removed him, and repeated that the kitchen was 'NO' (from experience, I know for a fact that this child knew what NO meant)
This happened over and over. At least 6 or 7 times. Each time the parent picked the child up, repeated the instructions, and less than 2 minutes later, that child was right back there again. The child was choosing not to listen to the parent, and directly disobeying what he was being told.
Later that night, my husband confronted the father (by confront I mean he casually asked what happened, why the child wasn't disciplined for not obeying) and the father, while he didn't take offense, basically said "just because our method is different than yours doesn't mean it is wrong."
Now, here is my problem with the situation. The method WAS wrong because the principle wasn't being followed.
Principle: Obeying.
Let me be clear, the method was not wrong just because it was different than what we might have done.
If the child had stopped running into the kitchen after the first time or even the second, we would have not mentioned the method at all. If the principle had been followed, the method would have been a moot point.
As long as the children obey, each set of parents get there differently, and each child has different flexibility than another. Some need strict discipline, and some get the idea with just a stern look. I have two of such in my own family.
However, in the example case, the method wasn't working to promote the principle
By approaching the parent, we were not actually disagreeing with the method, but reminding them of the principle. Children need to heed their parents word. Especially given the situation:
1. They were in someone else's house
2. The host specifically asked that the child be kept out of the kitchen
We were simply trying to remind the parent that by allowing their child to not obey, they WERE in fact being inconsistent. Something should have been done about the child's repeated entering the kitchen. Let me repeat the mantra of my post
Methods can be different as long as the outcome is the same.
In this case, the outcome needed to be that the child was kept out of the kitchen. The method should have been adjusted to make sure that the principle (obeying) was in fact being promoted. To me, adjusting your method when it is not working is the definition of flexibility.
Fortunately, we have plenty of Biblical guidelines for principles, and a lot for methods too. Every single situation is not addressed, and therefore that is why parenting often looks so different. However we do need to keep in mind the principles we HAVE been given. We can't rearrange our principles to fit our methods. It MUST be the other way around.
(Before I really start, these things aren't a criticism against the post referenced above, just about the the discussion in general. Also, the example is not about anyone who reads this blog, so ITS NOT YOU!)
As to the discussion of Principles vs Methods. I think others have plenty to say about this topic, and if you have finished the post above then we can continue.
I think the whole principle/method discussion thing is very interesting. The underlying supposition is that even if the methods are different, the principles are still observed (hence, feeding the children. They must be fed, yet we all go about it differently.)
I think some things are overlooked in this particular discussion. People get so wrapped up in defending their methods that they often lose sight of the Principles.
For my example we look at Discipline in terms of the Principle: Obeying.
(I'm not proposing to be an expert, just stating what I have had experience with.)
Parents have plenty of different strategies for discipline. Some parents discipline more, some less. Our overall method is very much different from our close friends, but in the end, our children (by the grace of God) often come out with the same principles.
Methods can be different as long as the outcome is the same. Let me repeat that:
Methods can be different as long as the outcome is the same.
What I am concerned with is when the parents defend their method as being different, yet claim that the principle is the same, when the principle is not even remotely being followed. Confused yet? Here is an example:
Once we were visiting someone's house with another family. It was made clear to a certain child from the other family (I think this child was around 2) that the kitchen was off limits due to the fact of overcrowding and the oven frequently being opened. This child repeatedly ran into the kitchen. The first time the parent scolded the child, removed him, and repeated that the kitchen was 'NO' (from experience, I know for a fact that this child knew what NO meant)
This happened over and over. At least 6 or 7 times. Each time the parent picked the child up, repeated the instructions, and less than 2 minutes later, that child was right back there again. The child was choosing not to listen to the parent, and directly disobeying what he was being told.
Later that night, my husband confronted the father (by confront I mean he casually asked what happened, why the child wasn't disciplined for not obeying) and the father, while he didn't take offense, basically said "just because our method is different than yours doesn't mean it is wrong."
Now, here is my problem with the situation. The method WAS wrong because the principle wasn't being followed.
Principle: Obeying.
Let me be clear, the method was not wrong just because it was different than what we might have done.
If the child had stopped running into the kitchen after the first time or even the second, we would have not mentioned the method at all. If the principle had been followed, the method would have been a moot point.
As long as the children obey, each set of parents get there differently, and each child has different flexibility than another. Some need strict discipline, and some get the idea with just a stern look. I have two of such in my own family.
However, in the example case, the method wasn't working to promote the principle
By approaching the parent, we were not actually disagreeing with the method, but reminding them of the principle. Children need to heed their parents word. Especially given the situation:
1. They were in someone else's house
2. The host specifically asked that the child be kept out of the kitchen
We were simply trying to remind the parent that by allowing their child to not obey, they WERE in fact being inconsistent. Something should have been done about the child's repeated entering the kitchen. Let me repeat the mantra of my post
Methods can be different as long as the outcome is the same.
In this case, the outcome needed to be that the child was kept out of the kitchen. The method should have been adjusted to make sure that the principle (obeying) was in fact being promoted. To me, adjusting your method when it is not working is the definition of flexibility.
Fortunately, we have plenty of Biblical guidelines for principles, and a lot for methods too. Every single situation is not addressed, and therefore that is why parenting often looks so different. However we do need to keep in mind the principles we HAVE been given. We can't rearrange our principles to fit our methods. It MUST be the other way around.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
One of those days..............
I bought 3 dozen doughnuts at WalMart Yesterday.
Not just Glazed.
Not just chocolate.
Oh yes, glazed doughnuts with chocolate icing.
To tell the truth, I had a plan for each one of them. One dozen went to school with my daughter today. I'm sure the teacher appreciated that. Can we say: Sugar High?
The rest were supposed to go with my husband to work today. To be fair, some made it. I got some lovely 'i love you's' from the guys my husband works with. Totally platonic of course.
The rest were, shall we say...............waylaid.
I think 18 doughnuts of the 24 made it. One was eaten by my daughter.
The rest...........well..............let's just say I will be working out extra today =)
Not just Glazed.
Not just chocolate.
Oh yes, glazed doughnuts with chocolate icing.
To tell the truth, I had a plan for each one of them. One dozen went to school with my daughter today. I'm sure the teacher appreciated that. Can we say: Sugar High?
The rest were supposed to go with my husband to work today. To be fair, some made it. I got some lovely 'i love you's' from the guys my husband works with. Totally platonic of course.
The rest were, shall we say...............waylaid.
I think 18 doughnuts of the 24 made it. One was eaten by my daughter.
The rest...........well..............let's just say I will be working out extra today =)
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Taxes
Okay, whose taxes are done already?
Mine are effectively in the hands of my accountant. Yes, we have an accountant. We got complicated a few years ago due to business, rentals, children, buying selling property, you know..... complicated. Turbo tax ain't cuttin it anymore.
If I had Turbo Tax however, the taxes would have been submitted about 4 hours after we received the last W2. If you aren't complicated, use it, it works.
Mine are effectively in the hands of my accountant. Yes, we have an accountant. We got complicated a few years ago due to business, rentals, children, buying selling property, you know..... complicated. Turbo tax ain't cuttin it anymore.
If I had Turbo Tax however, the taxes would have been submitted about 4 hours after we received the last W2. If you aren't complicated, use it, it works.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Self Medicating
One piece of advice: Don't Do It!
Or in my case, decide yourself not to do it.
I had been on a particular medicine for my thyroid for about 2 years. It is a pretty small dose, and so I decided about 2 months ago that I didn't need it anymore. It does cost money every month. Why should we spend that $10 on medicine when I could go to Subway or something?
It seems like a harmless idea, yet with so many bad consequences.
Lately I have been gaining weight, feeling tired, and having headaches, among other things. I finally decided to go to the doctor today because the tips of my fingers have been going numb at random intervals.
It's all connected to the 50 micrograms of medicine I am not taking anymore.
As of today, I am back on the medicine.
I'll still go to Subway =)
Or in my case, decide yourself not to do it.
I had been on a particular medicine for my thyroid for about 2 years. It is a pretty small dose, and so I decided about 2 months ago that I didn't need it anymore. It does cost money every month. Why should we spend that $10 on medicine when I could go to Subway or something?
It seems like a harmless idea, yet with so many bad consequences.
Lately I have been gaining weight, feeling tired, and having headaches, among other things. I finally decided to go to the doctor today because the tips of my fingers have been going numb at random intervals.
It's all connected to the 50 micrograms of medicine I am not taking anymore.
As of today, I am back on the medicine.
I'll still go to Subway =)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The six year old
I realized today that my six year old is smarter than I am. Not in everything, she can't run Quickbooks or anything. Come to think of it, she might could now that I think of it. I've just never let her try.
Anyway, back on topic here, she is learning quite a lot at school these days. I was talking to her yesterday and she says out of the blue, "Hey mom, did you know we conjugate Latin in opening exercises? Amo Amas Aman Amamos Amantis Amant. At least I think that's what she said, I don't actually know Latin. She then proceeded to conjugate 4 or 5 other verbs and ended saying "we say more but I can't remember them right now."
I'm thinking: 'Is she kidding? I don't even remember the ones she just conjugated 5 seconds ago.'
But of course I say, "That's great honey. Keep practicing."
It's not just Latin.
She dissected an english sentence the other day. Now, english just may have been my weakest subject in school, but she's 6 people. Can she really know more than me in this subject too?
Oh Yes. The answer is resoundingly Yes.
The Sentence: The small puppy ran fast in the sun.
The breakdown. From the 6 uear old.
"The small puppy ran fast in the sun.
Who or What ran fast? The puppy. Subject noun SN.
The puppy did what? Ran. Verb V.
How did the puppy run? Fast. Adverb. AV.
What describes the puppy? Small. Adjective. ADJ.
Where did the puppy run? In the sun. In. Preposition prep. Sun. Object of the Preposition. OP.
The. Article Adjective. A.
The small puppy ran fast in the sun. Declaritive. Period.
At least I think that is what she said. Do you know what's really sad? I had to use her homework to re-create this blog post.
Anyway, back on topic here, she is learning quite a lot at school these days. I was talking to her yesterday and she says out of the blue, "Hey mom, did you know we conjugate Latin in opening exercises? Amo Amas Aman Amamos Amantis Amant. At least I think that's what she said, I don't actually know Latin. She then proceeded to conjugate 4 or 5 other verbs and ended saying "we say more but I can't remember them right now."
I'm thinking: 'Is she kidding? I don't even remember the ones she just conjugated 5 seconds ago.'
But of course I say, "That's great honey. Keep practicing."
It's not just Latin.
She dissected an english sentence the other day. Now, english just may have been my weakest subject in school, but she's 6 people. Can she really know more than me in this subject too?
Oh Yes. The answer is resoundingly Yes.
The Sentence: The small puppy ran fast in the sun.
The breakdown. From the 6 uear old.
"The small puppy ran fast in the sun.
Who or What ran fast? The puppy. Subject noun SN.
The puppy did what? Ran. Verb V.
How did the puppy run? Fast. Adverb. AV.
What describes the puppy? Small. Adjective. ADJ.
Where did the puppy run? In the sun. In. Preposition prep. Sun. Object of the Preposition. OP.
The. Article Adjective. A.
The small puppy ran fast in the sun. Declaritive. Period.
At least I think that is what she said. Do you know what's really sad? I had to use her homework to re-create this blog post.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
WalMart woes
So I went to WalMart today. Saturday.
Big Mistake.
I am a capitalist. Therefore, I am generally not one of the "WalMart Haters." You know, the ones who say WalMart is everything that is wrong with America because it is putting the little guy out of business. I believe that if people really wanted to shop somewhere else, they would. Sam Walton isn't holding a gun to anyone's head (that I am aware of, I don't actually know him.) I have had the "WalMart-is-satan-incarnate" discussion with people that say in the very next breath "but you know, its cheaper, so I just ran in to get a few things." ?????????????? I tell you what, that's standing up for what you believe in.
Anyway, I drift away from the main point. What was it again? Oh yeah.....
So I pull into the parking lot. I think I count a bizillion cars, only 152 of which are parked. The others are driving slowly down each and every lane. I assume that this is so they can get the parking spot that requires a 5 foot walk to the door. Never mind that the store itself is two football fields long.
Being one of those people who doesn't mind walking (let's burn the cookie off I had last night) I hurry into the store. Oh, I forgot to mention I was in a hurry.
BIG BIG mistake. Never go to WalMart if you are in a hurry. On Saturday.
I think that everyone in Chattanooga was inside that store (except the people searching for parking spots of course) So I hurry off to find my 4 list items. They were all in the same general section.
25 minutes later.....(seriously) I am standing at the checkout. People really need to learn what "get the he** out of my way" means. (Ha ha, I of course would never say that, it is an old Friends flashback......that I would remember....if I watched that show....which of course I don't. =)
20 minutes after that.....(really, I'm not joking) I am checking out. It didn't help that they only had 3 checkout lanes open. Why is it that when I am in there at 10 am on Wednesday every freaking checkout is open? It must be one of those oddities of nature.
Finally, nearly 1 hour after entering the store, for 4 items remember, I am finished. I actually felt like I needed a nap.
I am currently rehashing my decision about not hating WalMart. But you know, it is cheaper.....
Big Mistake.
I am a capitalist. Therefore, I am generally not one of the "WalMart Haters." You know, the ones who say WalMart is everything that is wrong with America because it is putting the little guy out of business. I believe that if people really wanted to shop somewhere else, they would. Sam Walton isn't holding a gun to anyone's head (that I am aware of, I don't actually know him.) I have had the "WalMart-is-satan-incarnate" discussion with people that say in the very next breath "but you know, its cheaper, so I just ran in to get a few things." ?????????????? I tell you what, that's standing up for what you believe in.
Anyway, I drift away from the main point. What was it again? Oh yeah.....
So I pull into the parking lot. I think I count a bizillion cars, only 152 of which are parked. The others are driving slowly down each and every lane. I assume that this is so they can get the parking spot that requires a 5 foot walk to the door. Never mind that the store itself is two football fields long.
Being one of those people who doesn't mind walking (let's burn the cookie off I had last night) I hurry into the store. Oh, I forgot to mention I was in a hurry.
BIG BIG mistake. Never go to WalMart if you are in a hurry. On Saturday.
I think that everyone in Chattanooga was inside that store (except the people searching for parking spots of course) So I hurry off to find my 4 list items. They were all in the same general section.
25 minutes later.....(seriously) I am standing at the checkout. People really need to learn what "get the he** out of my way" means. (Ha ha, I of course would never say that, it is an old Friends flashback......that I would remember....if I watched that show....which of course I don't. =)
20 minutes after that.....(really, I'm not joking) I am checking out. It didn't help that they only had 3 checkout lanes open. Why is it that when I am in there at 10 am on Wednesday every freaking checkout is open? It must be one of those oddities of nature.
Finally, nearly 1 hour after entering the store, for 4 items remember, I am finished. I actually felt like I needed a nap.
I am currently rehashing my decision about not hating WalMart. But you know, it is cheaper.....
Friday, January 18, 2008
Dogs
WARNING: Don't read this is if you are eating, I will get a bit graphic.
Let's talk about dogs for a few minutes. I like dogs as well as the next girl. Wait, scratch that. I like well behaved dogs as much as the next girl. I am particularly attracted to the smallish, yap dogs because, well, they are not scary. The most they can do is bite your ankle. There is absolutely no chance of a chihuahua mauling you to death. It just doesn't happen.
For those of you out there who have big dogs, that is great. On your own property, I don't really care if your dog is as big as a horse and as mean as an angry pitbull. The problem comes when your dog leaves your property and gets onto my property. Huge problem.
We own a little over 3 acres in a semi-populated area. For some reason, the neighborhood dogs seem to congregate on our property.
We have talked to the owners, pleaded with the owners, and have generally been diplomatic about it. Until now.
The dogs frequently get into our trash; that we can handle. What we can't handle is them tearing our two ducks to pieces. Literally. Like we found the pieces, in a direct path to the house of the "non-violent" dogs.
From now on our property is "NO DOGS ALLOWED." Any dog who violates this will be swiftly taken care of. You know what I mean. If you know dog sign-language, please let them know.
For any bleeding hearts out there, I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm really not. We are just protecting our property, and making sure our children are safe, not in pieces.
Children or dogs.
Doesn't seem that hard of a choice when you put it like that, does it.
(Don't worry, the next post will be much lighter in nature=)
Let's talk about dogs for a few minutes. I like dogs as well as the next girl. Wait, scratch that. I like well behaved dogs as much as the next girl. I am particularly attracted to the smallish, yap dogs because, well, they are not scary. The most they can do is bite your ankle. There is absolutely no chance of a chihuahua mauling you to death. It just doesn't happen.
For those of you out there who have big dogs, that is great. On your own property, I don't really care if your dog is as big as a horse and as mean as an angry pitbull. The problem comes when your dog leaves your property and gets onto my property. Huge problem.
We own a little over 3 acres in a semi-populated area. For some reason, the neighborhood dogs seem to congregate on our property.
We have talked to the owners, pleaded with the owners, and have generally been diplomatic about it. Until now.
The dogs frequently get into our trash; that we can handle. What we can't handle is them tearing our two ducks to pieces. Literally. Like we found the pieces, in a direct path to the house of the "non-violent" dogs.
From now on our property is "NO DOGS ALLOWED." Any dog who violates this will be swiftly taken care of. You know what I mean. If you know dog sign-language, please let them know.
For any bleeding hearts out there, I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm really not. We are just protecting our property, and making sure our children are safe, not in pieces.
Children or dogs.
Doesn't seem that hard of a choice when you put it like that, does it.
(Don't worry, the next post will be much lighter in nature=)
Friday, January 11, 2008
I'm My Own Grandpa
I laughed for quite a long time. It helps if you live in rural Georgia. Things like this are actually commonplace. It also refers back to one of my very first posts entitled 'Dade County'.
The Silver Lining
So I took the christmas tree down yesterday. Translation: I drug the 7ft tall christmas tree outside on the porch while still in the base. There it sits waiting for someone masculine to do something about it.
The kids were a bit sad. Then I had a GENIUS idea. (When you are a mom, genius ideas come about all the time because that is how you survive. Plus, looking like a genius to a 6 year old is much easier than, say, to a 20 year old.)
To lead up to my genius idea, I had to give the bad news first. I told the kids we had to burn the Christmas tree.
Very quickly I exclaimed "But guess what!" in a high sing-songy type voice .
(mom's also find that using the high sing-songy type voice can make anything more interesting to a 3 year old)
So here it comes....
"When we burn the Christmas Tree," I said, "we can roast marshmallows and have S'MORES"!!!!!
What were we talking about again????? A tree of some sort??? All I heard was S'MORES.
The kids were a bit sad. Then I had a GENIUS idea. (When you are a mom, genius ideas come about all the time because that is how you survive. Plus, looking like a genius to a 6 year old is much easier than, say, to a 20 year old.)
To lead up to my genius idea, I had to give the bad news first. I told the kids we had to burn the Christmas tree.
Very quickly I exclaimed "But guess what!" in a high sing-songy type voice .
(mom's also find that using the high sing-songy type voice can make anything more interesting to a 3 year old)
So here it comes....
"When we burn the Christmas Tree," I said, "we can roast marshmallows and have S'MORES"!!!!!
What were we talking about again????? A tree of some sort??? All I heard was S'MORES.
Brooke and the Prince Part II
It started with one...
....and now she has a crowd!!! No Barbie in this house ever has to go to the ball alone!
....and now she has a crowd!!! No Barbie in this house ever has to go to the ball alone!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Brooke and The Prince
Background:
Brooke is a normal, 3 year old child. She runs, swings, plays etc. She does, however, have an interesting choice of favorite toys. She is frequently to be seen carrying around a prince doll. You know, like Cinderella and the Prince? Well, it is her absolute favorite. Don't get me wrong, she likes the princesses just as much as the next girl, but given the choice between say a Barbie, and a Ken, she will choose the Ken doll 100% of the time.
Story:
We went to Disney the second week of December 2007. On Brooke's birthday, we decided to go a dinner where Cinderella makes an appearance. Little did we know that *GASP* the prince would also be in attendance. I think the picture says everything.
Brooke is a normal, 3 year old child. She runs, swings, plays etc. She does, however, have an interesting choice of favorite toys. She is frequently to be seen carrying around a prince doll. You know, like Cinderella and the Prince? Well, it is her absolute favorite. Don't get me wrong, she likes the princesses just as much as the next girl, but given the choice between say a Barbie, and a Ken, she will choose the Ken doll 100% of the time.
Story:
We went to Disney the second week of December 2007. On Brooke's birthday, we decided to go a dinner where Cinderella makes an appearance. Little did we know that *GASP* the prince would also be in attendance. I think the picture says everything.
Finally!!!
I've had some requests to begin blogging again. In deference to my numerous fans, I will comply. Yep, thats it for this one =)
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