Monday, February 28, 2011


Happy Birthday to my BIG GIRL.  
I always make the mistake of calling her baby-girl.  She always reminds me, "I'm not a baby, I'm a BIG girl!".

Yes you are.  
Three years, sorta.  We're celebrating today, and though I will miss most of it, including the present opening.  I will be thinking of her all day, imagining her delight at the new wonders she will wake to.  The joy she will have playing and creating her own world.

It's like magic, this life.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

talet show

It was a very cute and very sweet afternoon treat for Jim and I.  Except.  Except the part where Fletcher was frustrated by his lack of control over choreography.  You'll notice Maggy does not take the hint (over and over again) to exit stage right.  She is way too into those twirls.  Yes, he did try to trip her.  Sibling love.

Saturday, February 26, 2011


Our family is celebrating this weekend.  On Friday Jim and I paid off our account with Consumer Credit Counseling.  This is the end of four years of paying off our too large credit debt.  What a relief! 
So, last night we had a pajama party.  I made popcorn, which I don't do often.  I mean real popcorn: cooked on the stove and then smothered in butter, salt and brewer's yeast. Yum. We had tacos for dinner, and ice cream for dessert.  We watched Megamind, a truly funny and unique movie:

Today while Jim had a nice long break in the afternoon, I took Fletch and Maggy on a movie date.  This was Maggy's first movie theater experience which began with a stop at Powell's to load up on candy.  It was another funny movie, and so different than many movies that are out today:

Tonight Jim is out to another show in SLO, Sexy-Time Explosion:

Tomorrow: bowling and pizza.
Perfect weekend, lots of fun.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day...

If your still searching for your child's class valentine's, go no further.  Here's the most unique thing you'll find:
so awesome.


Just Read

I don't know if you read Just Tutes blog?  I really love her. Her sewing tutes.  Her style.  Her raw honesty.
Go read An Open Letter To My Daughter.  Go ahead, I promise you will cry and laugh and totally relate.