SOCK LINT BETWEEN YOUR TOES

Dear Weeb,

This afternoon you had a shower. When you were out, you were stalling, as usual and decided to drive me crazy by taking your sweet time and examining what might be between your toes. I explained nothing should be there as you JUST had a shower. I further explained that when you were one and two years old, you would drive me batty at bedtime by having to examine sock lint that were between your wee piggies instead of getting on with the bedtime routine.

You laughed, as you continued to examine your toes, and said, "Momma, every girl has to have a passion."

Kid, I worry about you. LOL

THE GREAT SLIPPER CAPER

Dear Weeb,

I'm not sure what you and your Cousin J were doing, but somehow, your slipper ended up on Grandma's ceiling fan. Aunty M, Grandma and I were in the kitchen. Grandpa came in to see why all the uproarious granddaughter giggling had stopped. He told us the two of you were discussing how to get the slipper down.

I grabbed my camera and walked into the room to be met with two pairs of "we're in trouble" eyes. I asked, in my sternest voice, "What happened?" I can't remember what the two of you said, but you were both talking quietly, at the same time, coming up with grand tales of how it got up there and both denying fault. I asked, again in a stern voice, "And I suppose you think I'm quite mad about this, don't you?"

You both just looked at me with wide eyes and sort of nodded.

I understand why Grandpa used to tell us tall tales and try and trick us when we were kids, because the look on your faces must have been very similar to the looks we'd give him.

I couldn't keep a straight face anymore and started laughing, then took a picture. Then I told you not to throw slippers around anymore and that you could have been really hurt if that fan fell or the light bulbs in the ceiling fan light broke and fell on you.

Part of me wonders if I should have just left you both to figure out how to get it down yourselves. Part of me wishes I'd been having a slipper fight with you!

GAPPY SMILES 2

Dear Weeb,

I apologize, in advance, for this picture. It makes me laugh. Hard. I was trying to take a picture to show you that your new tooth was coming in, because you could sort of feel it, but not see it. The angle of the photo cracks me up. But you were happy to see your adult tooth coming in.

TOOTH LOSS #4

Dear Weeb,

After weeks of wigglyness, tooth number four is finally out!

There was much jubilation and jumping for joy! You've been annoyed for days that the tooth wasn't ready to come out because you REALLY wanted the Tooth Fairy to come. I wonder if you'll hear her tonight (as you've claimed the past 3 times).

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012

Dear Weeb,

Happy New Year! Party at Grandma and Grandpa's house! You and Cousin J had a hoot with all the noise makers and hats. We had a parade through the house at 'imaginary midnight'.

Before our lovely New Year's Eve dinner, you and Cousin J played a game - Phineas and Ferb, Sorry.

We celebrated with decorations and necklaces and party hats and noise makers.

2012 is going to be a wonderful year!

Happy New Year!