Irritable Blog Syndrome

Dream Weaver...

We were out of the stretchy loops so she decided to improvise with yarn. Her ambitious plan is to make a number of these squares and then stitch them together and make a blanket.

Fly Me to the Moon

"Mom, I need a foam bowl."

"I'm not sure I have one. What's it for?"

"I need to make Featherica [her falcon] an astronaut helmet. She's going to the moon."

Discovering the Awesomeness of James Herriot

Sleep Tight

I have a hard time believing she will be NINE years old soon.

Cowgirl Up

(Ya I know it's a lame saying but I'm freezing my fingers off.)

Her first riding lesson. She was beyond ecstatic.

Unclean! Unclean!

Naomi: Mom, I have an uncleanness.

Me: What???

Naomi: I have an uncleanness. You know, my dimples.

Me: You mean an imperfection?

Naomi: Ya that.

(Yes, I do in fact deeply regret ever explaining to her that technically speaking dimples are an imperfection.)

Walk Like an Egyptian...to Tea

Egyptian princess for a princess tea party. Obviously.

Gone Huntin'

Me: What are you using that tin for?

Naomi: It's a trap.

Me: A trap for what?

Naomi: Catching a jaguar. I put some carrion in it but it didn't seem to work.

OW! OW! OW!

First there was a fire ant sting...then the apocalypse...then this.

All A's

Me: What are you playing?

Naomi: Aardvarks and armadillos.

Well obviously.