Olaf

Things are not looking good for Olaf the snowman. (Who previously had a 2 other snowballs for his torso and legs, as well as arms.)



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15 months

Walking (like a drunkard) and talking (also like a drunkard). Happy birthday sweet boy.


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Oh the drama

Lola is currently throwing a first-rate tantrum in her room, complete with theatrical wailing, because she wants to go to the library - which is closed due to the weather. As the parents of a typically rational child, we have no idea what to do, but sitting on the couch eating cookies sounds like a pretty good response-plan.


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First lollipop

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Looking for me?

If you are looking for me on Monday, December 16, I will be inside. All. Day. Long.



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Party-going

In the midst of a major emotional breakdown (Lola's) over something I can't even remember (pancakes? the fact that her and Allen aren't twins? my lack of control over what time the sun rises or sets?) I tried to change the topic by telling Lola we received a birthday party invitation today.  These are her words.  Verbatim.

Me: Guess what? Your friend Caitlin at school is having a birthday party and invited all of the friends from your class. 
Lola: I don't really feel like I'm up for a party right now. 
Me: Ok.  It's not today - it's in January.  But we can talk about it later and decide.
Lola: No. I don't want to go to anyone's birthday party.
Me: Alright.  I'll let Caitlin's mommy know you can't make it.  I thought you would have enjoyed it because it's at one of those bouncy-house place.
Lola: Hmmm.  Maybe I should go.  It IS her birthday after all. 

Pining for the Pantry

Immediately after I told him that we weren't eating anything else for breakfast:








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