Kittrell discovered his hands a long time ago, but just recently, he began to suck on them. Very loudly. I am not exaggerating at all when I say that I can be in my bedroom on one side of the house and he can be in the living room on the other side of the house, and I can hear him sucking on his hands. It's cute, though. And I don't want you to think that I leave him unsupervised in the living room all the time. I'm just sayin...
Last night, I took Ashlyn to her first "Nutcracker" rehearsal. She loved it a lot more than the auditions/ first practice they had. (That may or may not have to do with the fact that I bought her some newer, better fitting ballet shoes- that child is growing like a weed.) The only thing I didn't like? Rehearsal wasn't over until 8:00. And we have a good 30-40 drive home. And in case you didn't know, if Ashlyn doesn't go to bed at precisely 8:00 p.m. sharp, she is an absolute terror to deal with the next morning. But, she got it honest. I'm a grouchy morning person, too. :)
And surprisingly, we were all up at 5:30 this morning getting dressed, eating breakfast, and being nice to each other. I still can't believe it.
P.S. Is it normal if your 7 year old tells you that she wants to be a dead zombie vampire bride for Halloween? Should I be worried about this one?? Whatever happened to princesses and butterflies?
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