She had blue skin.
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by –
And never knew.
- Shel Silverstein
That Guy I Married is out with the boys tonight. I am delighted, and think this should happen more often.
But I'm bored.
Can I interest you in a photo of my so-called baby?
Iris's preschool teachers really are over the top. It was "H" week. They made horses (and hats, vests, holsters, and marshmallow shooters).
If this doesn't put a smile on your face, then at least it put a smile on mine.
There's a website that I periodically see people link to on Facebook called A Mighty Girl. They have a blog showcasing famous "mighty girls" like suffragettes, female civil and human rights activists, scholars and scientists, artists, explorers, and heroines. There is a list of suggested books, movies, and toys to help promote, to children and parents, a well-rounded and vigorous realm of experience for little girls.
Whenever I see A Mighty Girl come up on my feed, I think of one girl in particular.
She's stubborn. She's smart. She doesn't jump when you say so.
She knows what she likes, and she'll just wait right here until she gets exactly that, thank you very much.
She's beautiful, sweet and very affectionate - but go against her own conscience to win someone else's approval?
Not a chance.
She's right up there: the one riding with everything she's got, sword in hand, rainbow cape trailing on the wind behind her.
Her name is Eve, and she's a mighty girl - through and through.
A couple of nights ago at bedtime...
Iris: Mom, is there school tomorrow?
Me: No, no school for you.
Iris: But do brother and sissy have school?
Me: Yes, they do.
Me: Hey, but you and me can be buddies all day! We can snuggle, and watch a show, and have some hot chocolate, and do a puzzle. Would you like to be my buddy tomorrow?
This award is like a chain mail style letter given to up and coming bloggers with less than 200 followers to help promote them.
I just went and saw Les Miserables for the second time (it was even better the second time!) and when I got home and looked in the bathroom mirror, I realized I was wearing tall boots, a navy and white striped shirt, and a gray peacoat.
I kinda look like a French Revolutionary.
It wasn't on purpose, but I am very pleased with my fangirl appearance nonetheless.