True Little Miss Attitude

My teacher's adorable 2 year-old grandaughter came in today to just hang out with her Dad and Grandma, as she does often on Saturdays.
She's incredibly shy, but everyone thinks she's so cute and will talk directly to her. She'll turn away or talk to Grandma instead. (Its so funny.) The only time I ever see her kind of open up is when she's sitting in a chair getting her hair braided. She gets to hold the comb, all eyes are on her, she loves it.
Frances had been helping her out all afternoon, just talking with her and trying to get her to open up. Towards the end of her visit, Grandma decided Frances needed a tip, and gave the money to little Jocelyn (grandaughter) to give to Frances. Grandma waited on the other side of the room, in eyesight, and sent her to Frances.
What does any girl do with a dollar of her own? Go shopping. Jocelyn starts off to the vending machine for chocolate. She gets cut off by Frances (who doesn't know the money is supposed to be hers).
Frances: "Where are you going? Do you want to buy something? I'll help you." (Reaches out hand)
Jocelyn: ".... No THANK you..." Immediately runs to Dad.
Her face said what she was thinking. Don't let her take my money!

Hobbits had it right.

Breakfast... second breakfasts... elevensies... Can we come up with cool names for our naps too!?

Saturday, after a full and peaceful night's sleep, I made breakfast, took a nap, did some stuff, took a nap, got trick-or-treater candy (that eventually ended up as our candy stash, a.k.a. bribes!) and went to bed relatively early for me on a Saturday.

2 real night's sleep and 2 naps?! That, my dear children, is called LUCKY.

Transformers...

"...Meets the eeeeeyyyeeeeeee."

"MORE than meets the eye, Nick."

"That's not how it goes! 'Transformer! Meets the eeeyyyeeeeeeeeeeee.'"

Where oh where did my musical genius go? :(

Happy Halloween

Halloween is such a depressing holiday.
For diabetics.

We had a bag of 105 pieces of chocolate (HEAVEN!!!) and we actually had to hide it from ourselves. The boys weren't even home!

It was that bad.

I think my blood sugar is still high.
Back to bed I go. Dad, you've got breakfast.

I met a woman named Pandy today.

Yup, short for Pandora. Pretty freakin sweet.

Whale Wars

I know, long time. Things will change.

One thing I wish would change: whaling. Won't get all protesty on ya, I'm sure you know my platform.

We were watching Whale Wars this evening. The show was nearly over, but we were enjoying it. Chris, Christopher and I were chowing down and delighting ourselves with the theatrics of enviromentalists. Nickolas was playing Tiny Robots. (Its the game where you have to shoot the tiny robots at your feet...? You've never played!?)

All of a sudden, Nick turns around and looks at the screen. "Hey!" he squeals. "The world is a bad guy... duh-duh-duh..." I look at him incrediously.
"What was that, Nick?" I nearly drop my pizza in pleasant surprise.
"That's the song, right?" He wanders away and continues his vendetta against the miniature cyborgs.

Holy musical genius Batman. Not the first time it's happened.

Oh Cathie, what have you done?

I was going through my purse in the car today.

I found Chris's diabetic tester.

I asked if he knew I had it. But no, not in my normal voice.

I accidentally asked as if I were Oliver Twist.

"Did you knew I hahd your testah?"

Bahahaha.