Icons

I love these German - Chinese comparison icons.
I first saw them on my cousin Arthur's blog.
You can see them here.

It seemed like a good idea at the time

That's what Molly and Kelly would say if you asked, why did you take everything (and by everything, I mean everything) out of your rooms and put it on the stairs? Every piece of bedding and nighttime sleeping companions, clothes, books, toys, even rugs and other furnishing!

Why? Because we wanted to re-create our rooms on the stairs so we could slide down our room.
My biggest regret? No batteries in the camera to commemorate this moment.
Where is their stuff now? As this little room-switch-aroo happened right before bedtime, bed stuff went back on the beds, everything else is in shopping bags.

For those who know me, you know I just unpacked and did a pretty half-assed job of that as it is. When do you think their stuff will ever leave those bags?

I couldn't have said it better myself

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An old email i came across from my mother

"...I got Kelly a Kenzo suede coat- I'm pretty sure she'll like it and it will go well with her evening black bag and brown dog..."

In case you're wondering, dear readers, the Kelly mentioned above, was two-years-old when this email was written.

And also in case you're wondering, the coat did in fact go quite well with both her evening bag and her dog.

Astrology in the house

Kelly is a Libra.
Molly is a Sagittarius.
Kelly is three. But, as she is a Libra, her room is spotless.
Molly is almost five. But, as she is a Sag, her room is hopeless.
Today, while they're both at school, I noticed a huge messy pile in Kelly's room. I said to myself, "huh?" And then noticed on closer inspection it was Molly's deck of Old Maid cards. Somehow, she had managed to make not only her room but also her sister's room messy!
I'll send an update later of what our little Libra has to say when she sees this when she gets home.
Leave a comment and tell me what you think Kelly's reaction will be. I'll send an update at 4 when we're home.

I'm a rotten egg!

Sometimes it's great watching the older sister try to be mean to the younger sister, and seeing it totally backfire. In the case today I don't think it's because little sis is trying reverse-psychology, but that is essentially the result since she has no idea what the big sis is going on about.

Molly repeatedly keep taunting Kelly, "If you don't hurry up, you'll be a rotten egg!" And Kelly replied, with total glee "I'm a rotten egg! I'm on a rotten egg!" Even after many, many attempts by Molly to impress upon Kelly that she in fact did not want to be a rotten egg, that being a rotten egg was bad, bad, bad.... Kelly, still, as afternoon approaches, is singing in a happy voice "I'm a rotten egg! I'm a rotten egg!"

Sorry, Molly. This is how little sisters get their reputations of being, well, little sisters.

And thank you, Kelly, on behalf of little sisters everywhere, for scoring one for us.

Life imitating blog

Molly went to her first suburban birthday party this weekend. It was surprisingly (or not surprisingly) pretty much the same as all the parties she went to in the big city. The one thing that set this party apart was that the birthday boy's mom is a really incredible baker, and made in addition to a super-scary dinosaur birthday cake, a super-scary dinosaur cookie for each of the kids to take home with them.
As we're leaving, I say to Molly "don't eat your cookie until later."
And she says (in front of everyone), "Why, do you want to take a photo of it for your blog first?"