Girly Quote!

This quote is not funny, or witty, or clever - it's just girly. Emma often gives us quotes that make us laugh, but it's much more rare that she'll say something truly girly. She just came in with her third bouquet of flowers and said, "I just like flowers; that's why I pick so many". There you have it - isn't it wonderful?

I thought about taking a picture of her with some of her flowers to go along with this post, but she's wearing Jake's camo shorts today...

Chess lessons with Jessie

Emma was setting up for a very serious chess match with her father, when she was interrupted for a lesson by Jessie.

All better

This is the first day I'm willing to say we are really all better. Jessie's nose is still running a bit, but she's finally acting like herself - her cheerful, easy-going self. Yea! After a long few weeks, here's my summary: the boys were easy and didn't complain when they were sick; the girls were fussy and difficult. Jessie would cry all day and then Emma would cry all night.

My belief is men are generally more wimpy about being sick than women (my dad excluded - I can't think of any area in which he could be described as wimpy) but they must learn that later in life. :)

Here's what they look like now - well, three of them.

Pet Peeve's

In fourth grade, I had Ms. Bailey for English. I remember a couple things about her class, one was a list of "taboo" words that we were supposed to avoid using in writing and conversation. The hardest one for me to avoid was "got", because it seemed so formal to skip. "Do you happen to have a pencil I could borrow?" was a bit to stuffy for a fourth grader, compared to "Have you got a pencil?"

One day we had a brainstorming exercise about "pet peeve's", Ms. Bailey asked us to think of a few little things that really bug us in life, and we'd go around the class sharing them.

I racked my brain, but could not think of a single thing I would call a pet peeve. I had nothing.

Ever since, though, I realized how many I really do have, and probably once a week I think of a new one and wish I could go back to fourth grade and share it as an example. Socks with holes in them, having to backtrack on a road trip, pop that's lost it's fizz, inturruptions while rading aloud, pebble's (or anything) in shoes, dropped cell phone calls, etc, etc, etc.

So, to carry on with Carol's "questions for the blog", I invite you to contribute a few of your own pet peeves - no pressure, don't draw a blank!

Toby