All right, all right. People keep calling and emailing me to find out if I'm OK because I haven't updated this blog in such a long time! "The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated..." My mojo just kind of drifted off there for a little while. I need to track it down and put it in a headlock and tell it to get back to work. I'll get right on that as soon as I finish playing Minesweeper on my iPhone. OK?!
Anyway, I was actually inspired to post by a goofy thing that happened this morning. Around 8 am the girls' bedroom door burst open and Kate came barrelling into our room waving around a monstrosity that she had made all by herself the day before. May I introduce you to The Octopus:
Creative, no? So the moment her eyes popped open this morning, she grabbed her octopus and ran to our bedside to do a little soft shoe jazz dance routine while bellowing a song she made up that goes, "Octopussy Ah, Octopussy Ah, Octopussy Ah, Octopussy Ah! I can say Hello. HELLO! (She stops dancing to make the octopus wave at this part of the song.) Octopussy Ah, Octopussy Ah, Octopussy Ah, Octopussy Ah! My octopus loves me. HELLO!" Jazz hands.
And a good morning to you, too, Madam. I suppose I should be grateful that it was 8 am instead of 5:30.
Want to see something else that will haunt your dreams tonight? Well here you go...
We took the girls to the Science Museum a couple of weekends ago because Mike got free tickets from his work. They had a bunch of displays on the human body, and Maggie was surprisingly interested in them even though they seemed to be a bit over her head intellectually. Later that evening after we got home, she set to work on a drawing and would periodically come over to ask me how to spell stuff. "How do you spell 'this'?" T-H-I-S. "How do you spell 'is'?" I-S "How do you spell 'my'?" M-Y "How do you spell 'blood'?"
WHAT ARE YOU DRAWING?!?!?!
Not only is the subject matter creepy as all get out, notice that the letters are perfectly backwards. You can hold that sucker backwards up to the light and read it perfectly through the paper. What in the hell?! Mike's response: Redrum! Redrum! We're keeping our eye on her. She might need an exorcism. Or she might go to MIT. Either way: weeeerd.
So to wrap up, here are some more fun photos...
Kate feeding some goats at the farm where we went berry picking. She picked no strawberries, but spent the whole time feeding the goats pieces of grass and yelling, "They love me, they love me! The goats love me!"