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Sometimes I post stuff on Facebook and then I'll get tired of it and not post anything for a few weeks. I've been on Facebook more lately and should be posting stuff HERE instead! So here are some of my posts, you know, because this is my journal after all.

I just explained to Jessie that after taking Logan to kindergarten we will need to go to the grocery store. Her response:
"Did you know that one time I went to the store with Dad and he just bought milk? Isn't that amazing? Do you think I'll ever go to the store with YOU and we can just buy ONE thing?"

To clear up some neighborhood confusion: YES, you indeed saw me vacuuming my front yard. I thought using the shop vac instead of the dyson made it less conspicuous, but apparently not. Deal with it.

Want to know the first thing I did this morning? I had a tea party with Jessie and two stuffed bunnies. Then I made hot chocolate BEFORE making breakfast and drank it by the fake fireplace while the kids were running all around doing nothing constructive. I also forgot about Porter's morning running club, so we ended up rushing out the door while I was still dressed in my Christmas pajamas. Of course then I had a the great opportunity to chat it up with Porter's teacher and my new neighbor (at least I brushed my teeth). Sometimes sleeping in and not being "myself" feels just great!

Me: Jessie, PLEASE put your dolls away!
Jessie: MOM, can't you see they are sleeping? If I move them now they will wake up and be grumpy.
She's pretty good.

Just got back from doing the Black Friday thing. It was actually kind of fun, except that I was bumped into by other carts about 4 times and my reaction was always, "I'm so sorry!" Unfortunately, that's just the kind of person I am, folks.

Jessie: "Mom, I'm going to do everything just like you."
Me: "Oh really? Like what?"
Jessie: "Well, I'm going to go around ringing this bell and then I'll pretend it's ice cream. Okay? Is that pretty fun?"
At this point I'm just wondering if there is something wrong with me or something wrong with her.

We rented "Arthur Christmas" over the weekend and I've been finding little notes to Santa all over the house. Logan is asking Santa for a platypus this year. A platypus? Of all the things...

Last time I went to Target with all of my children someone complimented me on how well-behaved they all were. This time our wild, nearly 2-hour outing ended with my ONLY daughter mooning me. So you might have some competition for parent-of-the-year...

As I'm dusting the living room I hear Jessie keeping busy in the kitchen. Pretty soon she starts muttering, "This was a bad idea... this was a bad idea..." Naturally, I ask, "Jessie, is everything ok?" Her response was, "Oh... ha ha (nervously)... everything's fine! Just fine! ha ha... Just DON'T come in the kitchen for a minute... ok? DON'T. But everything's FINE."
Riiiiiight.