Maggie continues to surprise me... because I have now learned that she has to do every single thing her sister does and the fact that she doesn't have her own Singapore Math book continues to be her first real encounter with absolute injustice (at least in her little three year old eyes). She keeps trying to lean over and do the pages over her sister's shoulder. And that doesn't go over well at all.
While I took this picture I was holding and walking Patrick because he hurries over and grabs a crayon whenever we start school and then fusses because apparently he feels a little left out:
If you're Mae Bae than the answer just might be a pink tutu with super hero boots and a huge down jacket.
I hid the parka last night after she went to bed so we wouldn't have a repeat discussion about whether or not it's appropriate attire for summer:
I read this last night and then sent Paul an email with the link saying that I absolutely want to move to Alaska. Or just the middle of nowhere. Because while it made most of the people commenting on it angry it made me feel like having a panic attack.
If you can tell I'm not coming to terms with this whole 3L thing at the moment. Not. At. All.
I have a feeling they won't either:
Sometimes Paul and I debate which state we've lived in has the craziest drivers. Michigan isn't usually near the top, although it's ever bumpy roads are (Florida, definitely is. I don't know how many Snow Birds almost took us out while attempting some dangerous illegal maneuver while we were crossing the street). This, however, happened pretty near to Paul's school and when I heard about it from my mom I couldn't help but notice it coincided with the first week of school and traffic getting particularly crazy around here (although since it's a truck towing something I doubt that that is actually it):
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