Day 6

A vision in pink. Well, pinks. Several of them.

Back to school after MLK weekend. Just in the nick of time. I thought Dee and Buddy were going to kill each other. Buddy is going through two stages simultaneously: "Why? Why, Mommy, Why?" and the one where saying something once is only 10% as good as saying it ten times. This is driving Dee nuts: "Buddy, I KNOW. You already said that." My husband and I just giggle to one another, remembering the days when Dee drove us batty doing exactly the same thing.

I'm off to work myself in a few minutes after a paltry four weeks off for Christmas. It's a rough life. I actually had to put on something other than flannel.

Day 5 and Lego Brother-in-Law

Some new clothing makes its debut today, as I have just spent my Christmas Gymbucks. The penguin on the hem of the skirt is hidden in the fold, and you can just make out the sequined peace symbol on the front of the shirt. It worked even better later in the day with the ruby red slippers when she went to soccer.

And moving to an entirely different topic, my sister got married in September, to a wonderful man who shares a first name with my husband, so we call him "Uncle Critter." Here he is with my sister in a photo I have shamelessly snatched from my sister's blog.



Now Buddy is becoming quite the LEGO fiend, and he got quite a few new ones for his birthday. One of them is a police set, and includes a "robber" mini figure. I swear it is my brother-in-law in LEGO form. My sister thinks I'm nuts. I leave it to you.



I'm pretty sure it's the grin. Here, let me find another one.



(Also stolen from Jennie's blog)

Day 4... bland again. What happened to the style?

I guess this is what happens when you try to document something... it vanishes.

Day 3: Buddy's Birthday Party

Again, fairly tame. I guess she can tell I'm trying to capture her flair, since it's gone into hibernation this week. There was a peek, with the differing stripes on the sweater and the socks, and of course the ruby red slippers.

But the boy of the day... How can my baby be three?

Day 2

Kind of bland today, actually. What you can't see are the giraffe-print bicycle shorts under the cherries-and-teapots-print skirt. And the rats-nest of hair at the back of her neck that her mother forgot to comb out before school.

Pregnancy Blog Becomes Photo Blog?

Yes, I am still alive. I'm still lurking or commenting on all of your blogs!

I'm breaking my long silence for an interesting reason. I spoke to my sister last night, and she had an excellent suggestion for this blog. I was describing to her the interesting outfit that Dee had put together for school yesterday, and she suggested I document Dee's fashion choices for one month and post the photos here. So, here goes. I have no idea if I'll last the whole month, and I may not post daily, but I will give it a try. At any rate, I think it will be fabulous for me to have a record of the way my wacky 5 year old likes to dress.

Dee, dressed for a typical Thursday at Kindergarten:






















I should note that her shoes light up when she walks in a rather spectacular display of multicolored LED lights. And, in case you missed the tights:

And how, exactly, might I reproduce the problem?