Um, hello… does this child not look like she’s 4 years old? Break my ever-lovin’ heart. I would like to announce that my picky eater has now decided that she likes to eat. Don’t get too excited… I can still count on one hand the particular foods she will eat, but she is now a chomper. I just feed her all the time. I think she has inherited my ‘grazing’ gene and will be one of those people that prefers to eat/snack all day long as opposed to 3 square meals a day. It’s fun. I do not understand how this child continues to grow with a diet of bread, cream cheese, peanut butter, and oreos… but she does indeed grow.
May 1, 2008
Her future is so bright.
I would like to announce that she is not walking or (officially) talking yet at 17 months, and I am still ok with that. She has also regressed to an hour-long nap in the afternoon and I am not ok with that. Neither of us are very cute come 5pm, s’all I’m sayin’. Steer Clear.
Sometimes, when Spring pretends it’s here… like yesterday with it’s 65° weather… I leave the front door open. And sometimes, hours after the groceries are unpacked and the child is down for her fake-nap, I return to the living room and plop myself down on the Alamo Couch. And sometimes, after I plop myself down and take a deep breath, I look to my right and I see this…
Cheeky little devil. Outside you go. BARN CAT. He’s fully asleep and purring in that photo. I suppose if you’re gonna get in trouble, you might as well enjoy it to the full.
And speaking of trouble… I got a call from the Lowell Police Department Tuesday. They asked me if I was related to Curt Mulder. In fact, I am. It was a full 2 minutes before the lady clearly told me that they had his license and credit card. After I died and came back to life again, I said thank you and called The Boy to let him know he owed me his everlasting love and devotion for putting me through such a call. Sheesh.
But last night his mom called and I got to say, “Well, actually he’s outside plowing right now. Can he call you back when it’s dark?” and it was absolutely true and I was so happy. Because we’re sort of farmers, and I like that.
Shanna, Darling, your box of butterflies will be in the mail tomorrow. I just need a sturdy-but-washable strap for your bag. We’re off to see some real butterflies at the Gardens. Happy weekend to you all and to all a good life… we love you here at TexasNorth. We really do.