A future in politics...

Last week I busted Jellybean in the living room with a cracker. I scolded her, retrieved the cracker, and went back to preparing dinner.

Jellybean zoomed around in the kitchen a bit, and disappeared into the living room again.

A second later I followed for an unrelated matter, and found her - again - with a cracker in her hand. On our new chair.  Our. New. Clean. UNCRACKERED chair.

I walked up to her, and in the sternest of voices, admonished her. We do NOT eat in the living room.

Wherein she sweetly replied "I wasn't going to eat it, I was just putting it in my mouth."

Yeah, and Bill didn't inhale.

Santa

We are looking forward to celebrating Christmas at the Florida house. Really looking forward to it. Thinking about baking cookies, creating memories, and building traditions.

Monkey is also excited, but expressed some concerns the other day. She wanted to make sure that Santa could find her (and Jellybean) down there.

I assured her that since Santa keeps track of every kid in the world, he would know to find her there. And then, riffing on a cute article M shared with me from the Appalachicola newspaper, I mentioned that Santa takes a shrimp boat to get out to the Island.

Monkey was VERY concerned. Where would the reindeer go!!! I managed to keep a somewhat straight face as I rectified the situation and M gave me a hard stare in the background.

He's totally not going to let me talk to the girls about the tooth fairy, is he?

Reading

Smiles

(last one with chocolate on the chin!)

Privacy

I'd feel guilty about taking her photo if this weren't so darn funny.