Wednesday, November 18, 2009

This is 7!

This is 7.

I'm sad to see 6 go.
It's just one year closer to...BIG!
We wanted to bottle her up at 3.
Now, here she is 7?! How did that happen.

For Macy, 7 is:
  • a pink guitar
  • a Krispy Kreme cake
  • getting her ears pierced

A great day for a great girl!!

Love you, Macy!!

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Magic Begins...

Macy is in a hurry to get some Christmas going. She already has her Christmas tree up and running. Love her.

So, it should come as NO surprise that she has already written the big guy.

So, I was sitting here...not doing anything important...and I heard a thumpy sound outside. It was quick and then there was a swooosh behind the couch. I found this....

Isn't it amazing?!

A message in a bottle from the North Pole!!

It HAS to be her response from Santa.

I can't wait for her to open it in the morning!

Thursday, November 5, 2009


I still hate the Yankees.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Yes Indeedy Halloweeny

(Link, Beauty Queen, Rock Star, Fortune Teller)

Oh, Halloween

You are an awful day. A long walk, sore feet, and a L-O-A-D of chocolatey, high fructose corn syrupy love. You... (insert: fist wave)


and then, Mrs. Incredible shows up?!
What's that? Who's she? Where's she putting her candy bars? You know what Mrs. Incredible? You can take your red tights, and your sassy boots and your perfectly obedient family that doesn't short cut across every lawn, and you can...whatever.

I will cover up with a cloak. mysterious. concealing. Where do I put my chocolate bars?

Nobody will know. Until November 1, 2, 3...and every day after that.
I (we) have enjoyed a good fraction of the loot our lot got.

Seriously excessive.

We had to dump our pumpkins periodically. They were too heavy.

This is the wagon with part of the cargo.

This is our living room with ALL of the goods. Seriously excessive.

This is Reily trying to choose JUST ONE. Poor little girl. I know. It's just too hard.