Instead of working on stuff, I'm posting this

Me.


My messy desk. The coloring is funky because I have this pink lamp that bathes everything in a pink light. It makes me happy.

Halloween

I don't have my camera back yet, so you'll have to settle for a low quality webcam picture.

As you can see they decided to go as frilly as they could this year. Imogen is a fairy and Genevieve is a princess, but there's precious little difference. Both are pink and poofy.

Strawberry milk

At the store I said I would buy the girls some chocolate milk. But then Genevieve noticed the strawberry milk. Chocolate milk has a surprising lack of pinkness I guess.

"How do they make strawberry milk?" she asked.
"Well," I said "you have to get a pink cow. And feed it strawberries."
"Really?" her eyes lit up. She was enchanted. I could see the baby pink cows frolicking in the strawberry fields of her mind.
"No, not really," I said.

The other day we were at Wal-mart and Genevieve made a comment about when she was a grown up.

"You'll be old by then," she said. While I was grappling with this statement, she ammended it. "Actually, you'll be dead."

Wow.

Anger 101: How to Let Them Know You're Really Mad
taught by Genevieve

Covering such versitile topics like:
Screaming: volume really is everything
Door Slamming: when one slam isn't enough, open the door and slam it again
Apologies: make them come to you
Comprimises: why they're never worth it
Changing your demands so you can keep crying

Pictures

Write that down...

The girls have been wreched the last couple times we went to Walmart. So I reviewed with them four rules that they must follow at the store and made them memorize them.

1. Stay with me at all times.
2. No touching anything.
3. No crying about not getting anything.
4. Keep hands on the cart in the parking lot.

These are rules not only for my own sanity, but also for safety. These are rules that I've been training them to follow since they were old enough to walk and that I consider their responsibility to follow and not mine to enforce. These are rules that are not followed with anything approaching perfection. But I was happy with the previous level of imperfection as compared to the current level of imperfection. When I have a five year old standing in the checkout crying about not getting a candy bar (really!), I really have to wonder what in the world she is thinking.

So we've summed up all expected shopping behaviors into four rules which Imogen really digs. I asked her the rules yesterday on the way to the store yesterday. She rattled them off with passable accuracy then said she would write them in her head. She pretended to write on the top of her head.

"I have lots of lists in my head. I have lots of paper in my head so I can write down my lists," she explains to me. Genevieve immediately repeats this. Imogen goes on to prattle happily about all the rules she must write down and remember. Genevieve gets confused and asks if Imogen will teach her the game to which all these rules belong. To Genevieve, rules are for games. To Imogen, rules are for EVERYTHING.

Random pictures

Briefly considers going as a box of Honey Nut Cheerios for Halloween...
Sorry it's sideways. I'm too lazy to fix it at the moment...


Pretending to be asleep.

Asleep for real.

Imogen being weird (aka, herself).

The dot you see on her nose is not a picture mistake. It was either a bug bite or a Zues bite. She never could get her story straight. :)

How old are you? :)

Picture issues

Still no camera. I seem to be unable to resize these pictures, so we'll see how this works. Just a few birthday pics.

Birthday girl

Genevieve's birthday went well. She got toys and clothes in varying shades of pink, wrapped in paper of varying shades of pink. I took pictures. I was grabbing the camera to get one last shot of her in her new pink sunglasses before posting them on here when I realized the button was missing. Uh oh. I still don't know if I can get the pictures off my camera and for how long it's going to be out of order. Basically right now, we're just searching for the button...