So today Chloe was asking me about jail (long story) and she asked me what it looked like.
I told her it had bars and that you can't get out.
And she said, "Oh like in that show about the Elf and he eats syrup on his spaghetti?"
Yes, I said.
So she said she wanted to watch "Elf."
So we watch Elf and then she wants to know exactly "how" Santa can fit down the chimney.
And I told her, he just does.
And she said, "Because he has Christmas magic?"

Yes. Because he has Christmas magic.

Last Friday I was curling my hair when I noticed a large red mark on the back of Macie's head. Of course my first thought was what did Chloe do. So I asked Chloe.
I thought she bit the back of her head. She said she didn't. Then I wondered if I had burned her head with my curling iron. But I thought surely she would have cried.
Well then Don came home and I showed him. He knew exactly what happened. He should have been a detective. In fact we jested the other week after some friends moved to Hawaii with the FBI, that he should join the FBI.
Then he pointed out that not everyone gets sent to Hawaii. And we could end up some place horrible like Paris or London. Just kidding. I would not mind living in Paris or London. But with our luck we would probably end up in some dusty little desert town named Tumbleweed or something. I can handle living in a big city in the desert. But a dusty desert town...not a chance.
I digress.
Well Don asked Chloe, "Did you drag her across the carpet?"
And she said "Yes. Four times!"
My poor little Macie. Bald and scarred.
Miss Macie is almost 8 months which I can't believe. She rolls around but that's about it. Which I am okay with. I am not in a hurry for her to be mobile. In fact I have taken to binding her feet. This will make her feet small and dainty like, also make it so she can't walk. Double win.
I thought this story fit in nicely with all the other abuse poor Macie has been afflicted with as of late.
In other news I completed a project. With the help of my friend (A LOT of help) I sewed this roman blind for my kitchen window. So I have something pretty to look at while I do one of my favorite things: dishes. It was nice to get something pretty up. All my paintings and decorations are at the old house still.

Hmm. It doesn't look very impressive. I guess I'll never fit into the online world of Domestic Blogging Goddesses.

Now that is what I call photogenic.

Last Sunday I asked my brother to take some pictures. He so kindly agreed.

I scrambled to find stuff for us to wear and now that I see how I looked in my outfit, I wished I had scrambled a little longer.

By the time we finally got dressed and out the door we noticed a large haboob (aka huge dust cloud) was headed our way.

We had 5 minutes to snap some shots. You can see in the background the impending doom.

Also, we look terrible.

Today was the 10th anniversary of a horrific day in American history.
I looked at my babies today and felt astonished realizing that this day in history will probably seem to them like Pearl Harbor day seems to me: an important date in history, but lacking any real personal attachment.

I have forgotten what happened that day. Who really wants to remember? Watching the footage, it is just as painful now as it was back then. Maybe even more painful being that I have children. I still find myself hearing these stories that I have heard before...just hoping there is a different outcome...perhaps this time, the passengers will be able to take control of the plane and make it back home to their little children safe and sound. But of course the accounts always end the same. And every time, I am shocked by the devastating outcomes.

It might seem morbid to focus on such a distressing event, but every once in awhile we need to remember because we learned something back then that somehow we keep forgetting: The only things that really matter are Family, Faith, Friends and Freedom. And that good will always triumph over evil.
I believe in the goodness of people and I believe in the goodness of America.
God bless America.

Sometimes I like to make up nonsense songs while I am cleaning. I think I get it from Chloe. Or rather she gets it from me. Or maybe that is just what everyone does but nobody admits to it in public.
Chelsey heard me do it the other day. She told me, "That's a good song. But I wouldn't recommend singing it to anyone else."
I thought that was very constructive criticism.
Done. I will never sing that song to anyone else.
Mostly because I cannot remember any of the lyrics.

Today was Chloe's first day ever of dance lessons. I brought my camera and was going to take a video. But...being that she and her friend decided to be the class clowns, I became distracted (mortified) and failed to.

The teacher was very sweet afterwards and told me, "I was impressed with this being her first time. She did very well."

Um....were we watching the same kid? Because I am pretty sure they were making up their own twirling routines in the back of the classroom.
But apparently Chloe learned something as she demonstrated her tap"Shuffle stop." In the pool.
Which by the way, question (s).
1. why are tap shoes so expensive?
2. Why do children still learn tap? It seems a useless dance.
I mean all the tappers on "So You Think You Can Dance" get voted off the first week. I guess the judges are trying to give tap a come back, but it is just not happening.
It just seems sad for someone to be really good at tap because no one really cares.
It is like winning the Olympic Gold medal in Synchronize swimming. So you are good at Synchronize swimming-you ain't ever going to get on a box of Wheaties.
But I suppose this is a bad attitude and I should be supporting these endeavors based on personal fulfillment, not on whether or not they prove impressive or interesting to spectators.
The end. On that subject.

People are always thinking Macie is a boy. I just can't understand why. Oh. Maybe it is because she is bald and is in a black and blue car seat. She is the most delectable baby. And every time she sees me pull out a plastic container of orange mush, she gets very excited. She enjoys meal time, as do I.

PS I am glad I actually did Chloe's hair for dance lessons. There are some hardcore Moms in there.