How to read our Christmas card
I know. It’s not very updatey.
When the cat is a morning person and the child is not, use math to determine the best time to start waking up the child.
Minimike’s braces are off. Welcome back, gum, apples, and other chewy foods. Let the celebration begin! This is “celebration” face, in case you didn’t recognize it. It’s awfully close to “please don’t take my picture” face.
Here’s what we’ve been up to. I have a couple of drafts going on some of these but in the likelihood I never get around to finishing them I’ll just summarize them here.
This took a couple of months of planning, and while there are more traditional mother-daughter bonding activities, this was a great opportunity for me to see what she’s into, and realize how very far out of touch I am with youth culture.
“Even the word ‘tomato’ sounds like it tastes bad!” This from a kid who takes everything with a side of ketchup.
If Bridget Jones were a real girl we’d be such good friends. We’d entertain each other with stories about stupid things we said that day and we’d commiserate over egomaniacal bosses and smug faux friends and Vile Richards.