Foxes

It's been awhile. I have graduated from college, woo hoo! Justin graduated from elementary school, boo hoo. Mia and Justin had their birthdays; we had a fun summer filled with swimming, vacations, amusement parks, beaches, studying for the CPA exam, and cousins. Now school has started again.

Walking the girls home from school today we talked about foxes. I mentioned that Aunt Ashley has foxes in London, like we have racoons. Emma thought that was awesome. I said it is annoying when they knock over your trash cans. Emma thought that wouldn't be a big deal because you could just make a big hole for the trash to fall into. After all, they are just hungry. Mia thinks Ashley should use a decoy trash can to trick the foxes, but I said they could smell the difference. Emma thought it would be good to set out food for them to fix the real problem. I said that if they did that then the foxes would keep coming back for food and probably bring their friends. Mia said "Oh, no." She suggested trapping the foxes. I asked what she would do with the fox once she caught it. She said she would make it into a scarf. Emma chimed in that it was the fashion in the olden days to kill foxes and wear them around your necks.

We've Got Spirit! How 'Bout You?!

It is "Western Day" at school today. The girls dressed up. On the way to school Mia realized she forgot something.

Mia: Oh, no, I forgot my neckerchief!
Me: That is okay, you are wearing your cowgirl hat, and that is most important.
Mia: No, that is not what's most important. What is most important is...(she paused for effect)...cowgirl spirit. And I have that!
Me: I need to call your dad and tell him how cute you are.
Mia: Or you could just text him a picture.

Allergies

Emma asked me if I remembered her friend's birthday party of Saturday. Yes. Well, before she went to the party I asked her to pick up dog poop in the backyard. As she cleaned it up she started to gag. She has been thinking about this a lot and thinks that the reason must be that she is allergic to dog poop.

Science Experiment

I had some fruit on the counter. A piece was a little past its prime. Mia saw it and excitedly said "Cool, we are watching fruit rot at school too!"
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Mia: Dad is really hard to deal with.
Me: Why?
Mia: I can't pick him up.
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Emma: Wow, did you notice that my hair is so long it is like a lion's mane... or a horse's tail. 

Spunk

Mia: Paula is the worst friend EVER!
Me: What happened?
Mia: She said I couldn't play our game anymore! I have been playing that game for TEN YEARS!!(huff)
Me: You are six years old.
(long pause)
Mia: I have been playing that game for TEN DAYS!! Well, it is much longer than ten days.

A few days later Emma was talking to Mia.
Emma: This is our last full month of school...
Mia: Hold on, Emma. (pumping arms in circular motion in front of her chest) Oh yeah, Uh, huh, Oh yeah.

Checking In

It is officially less than one from from my last final!! I have been a bit busy trying to keep up with all the tests, projects, kids, kids' projects and tests, husband, birthdays, Easter, and a little traveling. I have been thinking of blogging and even had a great Emma story, but I can't remember it. Argh, it is frustrating. I'm sure there will be another one soon though. They usually provide good material fairly often.

My Name is Kelly and I'm an Addict

It seems my favorite phrase for the last year and a half has been "I don't have time." I am constantly struggling to keep up with all I have put on my plate. I try to ignore non-essentials. I rarely go on facebook, I rarely go out with friends or dates with Charlie, I missed Christmas baking with my sisters. I have ignored everyone talking about Pinterest. Then my friend, Heather, sent me an invite. I registered and didn't even look at the site. Suddenly my email was bombarded with friends and acquaintances "following" my board. Eventually I gave in to curiosity and looked at the site. I am in love. Just about everyday I turn to Pinterest for ideas.

Then I was at school and a guy said that accountants are not creative. I questioned him and he told me that I was not creative. Being a five year old at heart, I had to challenge this. I turned to pinterest and here is what I have done this week.



































In your face, Shane!