Happy Leaps and Twirly Dancing

It's Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiday


Yippie!!

For the last two weeks or so, Elliot has been calling me "Mother". Thanks kiddo. Just what I always wanted. It's endearing in a Pre-Victorian novel sort of way... or in a Bates motel kind of way, which is decidedly more creepy.


Tomorrow is Something Corporate


and Blair has informed me that for our anniversary he would like to go see Ben Folds and the Colorado Orchestra in Denver (right... we'll see about that.)


One last thing. Elliot starts Pre-school on Monday. And I will find a camera if it kills me. If I don't have a picture of her standing outside the door wearing back-to-school fashions and a backpack, well, I just can't call myself a decent mother can I?

All pictures stolen from Clare... She can tell you where she found it. And you can go be amazed by all the pretty things she finds, and all the lovely things she says