All I Want for Christmas

Besides her two front teeth, of course.

Foodie

This morning, Margot offered the following gem on the quality of the chocolate in her Advent Calendar:

"It tastes good when you first place it on your tongue and let it sit there, but then it starts to taste like Chapstick."

I'm glad I'm raising her to have a discerning palate. It really IS terrible chocolate.

Happy Veterans Day

Straight from Margot's first grade performance the other day:

Reason 10,357 why I love Margot

Yesterday she used the correct version of "you're" in a letter she wrote to her friend Iris.

A girl after my own heart.

Happy Halloween 2011

This year Halloween was perfect. The weather was seasonably cool but not too cold. Margot had a parade at school and then trick-or-treated with a gaggle of friends while Brodie and I walked around with the parents. We tried to trick or treat at Carl Kasell's house but it was dark. (That's the funny thing about Washington, DC. While living on Long Island, the big thrill was trick-or-treating at the Amityville Horror House. In DC, it's trick-or-treating at the house of an NPR correspondent. It's certainly a different world here.)

So this year, Margot was a cowgirl.





Brodie was Taliban.


And I was Marcel Marceau (well, really just a generic mime).