Cousin Connection

Margot visited the National Zoo with three of her cousins a few weeks back. Margot adores all of her cousins, but seems to have an extra-special relationship with Riley, who is just one year older and fills a bit of an older sister role for Min.

I came upon them laughing hysterically and snapped a few photos. Then I asked what was so funny.

"Can you imagine," they gasped between guffaws, "if there was a cactus on someone's back?"

The punch-line was over my head, but I am glad they have each other and share a sense a humor.

Garage Band

One bonus of our new house (for Brodie, that is) is that he set up his drums in the basement. Hence, Margot's music lessons have started with some before-dinner tap-tap-tapping (I'm sure the neighbors are thrilled). It's a bit of a double-edged sword for me - on one hand, I can get a bit of time to myself when they play drums but, on the other hand, the dishes (and my head) rattle.

Raw eggs? Nevermind them.

There is nothing better than licking brownie batter off of a spatula. Just ask Margot.

This Post's for You, Great-Grandpa!

Margot, Brodie and I had a lovely visit with Margot's great-grandpa on Sunday afternoon. And the first thing he said to me was, "Why haven't you been updating your blog? I miss it."

And that is what spurred me to get my act together, download some photos, and start writing my snippets again.

This post goes out to you, Great-Grandpa! Margot had a terrific time visiting you, as you can see from these photos!

Maybe she meant I looked like Tina Fey

On Monday morning I had a job interview and so dressed in my conservative blue suit. I also pulled my hair back and wore my dark-rimmed glasses (I do believe that the general public has a tendency to think people in glasses are 1. smarter and 2. professional. I figured it wasn't going to hurt me to arrive prepared with psychological warfare.)

As I put on my lipstick, Margot watched me from the bathroom doorway.

"Well, how do I look?" I asked her.

She studied me for a moment. "Handsome," she answered.

'Handsome' is what she calls her daddy when he's dressed for work. Essentially, I was wearing the same outfit he wears, only with heels.

"Well, thank you," I relied.

She paused a moment. "Actually, you look like Sarah Palin."

Did my three-year-old just tell me I look like Sarah Palin?

Political commentary aside, this is clearly a sign that she needs to participate in more age-appropriate activities.