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Bug turns 3 next week and it's killing me. We have tickets to see the Wiggles and her party is at this place next weekend. I promise there will be pictures (assuming I can find the camera). It should all be fun, but it's making me kind of sad to realize that my little girl isn't so little anymore. Her vocabulary is growing daily, she does engage in a bit of creative counting (... 15, 17, 18, 19, 100), and she has mastered the alphabet. It won't be long before she's a teenager and decides that her parents are idiots. It's all just happening way too fast.
But she does provide fodder for great stories:
Last week, we took her to song and story time at a bookstore in our old town. There, the guy broke into a song that went something like this -
But she does provide fodder for great stories:
Last week, we took her to song and story time at a bookstore in our old town. There, the guy broke into a song that went something like this -
Alligator pie, alligator pie
If I don't get some, I think I'll cry
Take away the green grass, take away the sky
But don't take away my alligator pie
He then took requests for other types of pie and sang about lamby pie and bunny pie and dolly pie. Then, my not shy Bug chimed in with "A COWWWWWWWWWWWWWW." Yep, that's my kid, asking for cow pie. I'm so proud.
To totally change the subject, riddle me this - While reading Crazy Aunt Purl's blog I saw a picture of someone I thought looked familiar. So I clicked over to her blog and read and read (she's looks to be an incredibly fabulous person), it turns out I was right. We knew each other back in elementary school and junior high, but went to different high schools and lost touch. So do I pop on over and say howdy, remember me? Or do I just let it all go? Suggestions?
1 Comments:
So, did you write to your old friend? At my last HS reunion, someone brought over a guy who had been in virtually ALL of my classes (same track, you know) including a crazy before-school math class that had 10 people, tops. He lives in Mill Valley now.
He didn't remember me. At all. I haven't forgiven him yet.
BTW, I'm an attorney also. Mostly I telecommute, which I love.
Nice to see you at MFA.
By AuntieAnn, at 9:37 PM
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