Well, yeah, I probably could. Gearing up for Move #4 (Location #5) in five years can compel me to run out of the house and leap into Pearl Harbor if I let myself think about it too much. But I'm trying to focus on the positive.
One of the best things is running into this blog during my search for a home: "It's Lovely, I'll Take It!" (http://lovelylisting.blogspot.com/). It's poorly chosen photos from actual real estate listings that had me laughing so hard I almost wet myself. Seriously. I dare you to get through a month's worth of archives without laughing out loud many, many times.
John is on a short TDY, and of course that's when the fun things happen. Last year it was the house getting fleas. No, just the house, NOT the pets. I had no idea that was even possible. This
year it's Emily discovering art and spreading it all over the world. Ballpoint ink all over the loveseat in the lanai and herself, marker all over the kitchen counter. While the ballpoint ink made my life miserable for the better part of the day (hair spray really DOES work pretty well, though), I could absolutely make out with whomever at Crayola came up with washable markers. Whatever they paid you, my friend, it isn't enough. But the markers are now in an indefinite time-out since Miss Emily is disregarding my edict to color ONLY on "special paper". At least it's good to see that we've instilled the value of taking pride in one's work. *sigh*She's also taken to watching The Little Mermaid, which is a big switch (and a special treat since Daddy is away and therefore the world just ain't right). Forks are being sacrificed at an alarming rate as she reenacts the scene in which Ariel mistakenly uses a fork as a comb for her hair, but at Emily's young age, she doesn't quite catch on to the faux pas. Life imitating art. Oh, joy.
Speaking of hair, my baby got her first haircut Monday. *sniff* Yes, she finally, at the age of 2.5+, had enough hair to need a haircut. I was pretty bittersweet about it, but her curly cotton fluff had to be trimmed in the back to ease the tangling that was driving both of us crazy. We went to a franchise called Pigtails & Crewcuts, which is a fantastic, kid-friendly hair-cutting place. Emily got to sit in a red airplane as well as grab a lollipop at the end of the adventure. (Yeah, she wasn't quite sure about the whole thing, but she did very well. Much, much better than at the dentist last week. MUUUUCCCHHH...)I should probably rescue the cat, who is currently being earnestly and lovingly covered with a red blanket for "seepytime". Now she's being patted. Now kissed. Now admonished to "put yoo head down. Seepytime." Okay, kitty's good.
Well, in hopes of a good night's sleep as well as a nostalgic look back at a slightly younger Emily, I share part of her bedtime routine, taped by John last spring.
