So for all of you who heard some crazy lady had driven her car 80 mph into the ballards around the White House and the Capitol building before being shot to death by police yesterday and thought, “I hope Heather wasn’t taking the kids for an outing in the city that day,” or even more likely, “Sounds like Heather finally flipped her lid. I knew this day would come,” I just want to assure you we were all out of harm’s way. I took the kids to Home Depot to spend my birthday oogling granite and polished nickel drawer pulls–completely forgetting I had agreed to host a playdate at my house. C’est la vie.
Examining an ogee counter edge:
Fluffy: Oooooh! I like this one. It’s like a waterslide for fairies.
Pulling out of the driveway this morning.
Me: The bell just rang. You’re going to have to go to the office and get a hall pass again.
Fluffy: How do you know the bell just rang?
Me: Because I can see by the clock.
Fluffy: Wouldn’t it be awesome if we had a portal that went right from our front door to the school?
Me: That’s what we need! A PORTAL!
Salty: I need a PORTO!
Peppers: I nee PORNO!
Putting Fluffs to bed this week.
Me: When you grow up a little bit, you and I are going to watch mommy shows together and go shopping, and–
Fluffy: And I’ll have my own blog. And I’ll put pictures on it.
Me: Or you could write on my blog. Like a guest poster.
Fluffy: No. I’m going to have my own blog. It will be called, “My blog is better than boys’ blogs”.
Another putting to bed conversation.
Fluffy: Let’s start a club just for girls. We can be the “FunGirlz”.
Me: Okay! Who’s in the club?
Fluffy: Just you and me. We can’t ever tell Daddy. We should have a secret handshake. We can do the handshake every morning but where Daddy can’t see.
Fluffy: We should have a motto! Like, “Fun girlz, fun girlz, fun, fun fun!” No. That was lame. Too much the same.
Eventually we settled on “One named Fluffy. One named Heather. We’re the FunGirlz, always together!”
Note: These pink dress pictures are from Fluffy’s day participating in the kids’ program at Church. She decked herself out in accessories and then posed like this. Clearly our trips to the National Gallery of Art have not been in vain.
Next week: Insider’s guide to the Maryland Renaissance Fair, and Teardowns 102, for realz!