Deep Dark Secret

Hannah likes to eat liver sausage sandwiches with mustard and ketchup at her Grandma's house.  The liver sausage was purchased as a treat for Lucy, Grandma's beagle.  Hannah demanded the same treat. Thus, the answer to this horrible word problem is:  My daughter eats dog food.  Oh, and my mother-in-law makes sandwiches for her dog.

Blech.

Shopping with a Twelve Year Old...

can be exhausting. Holly has definite opinions about what kind of clothes she likes. I guess most girls that age do. I didn't, at all, because I went to Catholic school and the only decision I had to make was what color tube socks to wear with my plaid jumper and white Peter Pan collar shirt. Lucky for me, Holly is pretty conservative so I rarely have to veto clothes based on their "hootchiness." We do have a difference of opinion regarding tightness, however. I said the jeans were a little too tight, Holly said they were not tight at all, not one bit. Together we developed a litmus test. If she can do the splits in the jeans she is trying on, they are not too tight. I'm sure others sharing the dressing room space were confused about what we were doing, but it worked for us!! I'm so thankful this is not a requirement for me, just trying on the clothes is torture enough!

Career Choices or Lack Thereof

Hannah told me this morning that she would like to be a hobo when she grows up.

This afternoon she changed it to dog catcher.  Is that still a job?  Regardless, it sort of lets me know where her ambitions lie.  Also, it makes me wonder if 80 year old men come over while I'm at work to teach her vocabulary words.  Today she told me that something was "simply dreadful" and when I dropped something she said "no matter, Mommy, I will pick it up."  I feel certain that soon she will be reminding me to leave the milk bottles out for the milkman to pick up.   

Ready for the Pros

Christian played his last basketball game last night.  I am so impressed by his skills!!  He goes after that ball with such intensity that it is written all over his face.  He doesn't give up.  You can tell it just kills him to have to take a break and sit out for a bit.  My camera got messed up (by little Hannah hands) and all I have is this video.  You see the boy at the end pumping his fist?  That is Christian, #3!