Yup.

"Where's the head?"

They cut it off. "So he's dead?"

Yup. "He's SO SO DEAD. HE'S KILLED."

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Apparently I don't have a vegetarian in the making.

As we left preschool today, I was surprised to find a six year old boy in the parking lot by himself. Next to the slightly ajar gate to the school's play yard and field.

I was unsure whether or not this boy had "escaped" or if he was leaving for the day. He said he was leaving, and so I asked where his parent was. I closed the gate.

He stated that she was still inside.

I told him that he had to go back inside, but he said that, no, it was okay for him to be out in the parking lot by himself.

I implored him to go find his mom inside, and he did.

A few minutes later, after talking to the teacher on yard duty about the open gate, the mom and boy came outside.

I told her, "Jefferson was out in the parking lot all by himself." [Not his real name.]

She said, "Oh, that's okay. Thanks though."

Um...Okay.

I know I tend to run a tight ship, but...

I could not in good conscience pull out of the parking lot with a free range kid waiting to be run over (or you know, just out there by himself).

Personally, I don't trust my kid (granted, he's 2+ years younger than the one today) and having been hit by a car myself at age eleven, I would never want my child in a parking lot by himself.

Also, having seen my son through four weeks in the hospital after he was born, I do pretty much whatever I can do from ever seeing him there again.

So. What are your limits? Would this freak you out, too?

I'm pregnant.

I am just starting to believe it myself.

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Dearest Casey,

I'm beyond thrilled for you and baby Mozzi. You know this. You know that my heart is filled with love and joy for your beautiful baby bump. For your hope and fulfillment. I know that sometimes that sinking feeling can be overwhelming. We both know this feeling too well. Your long awaited bump makes so many feel warm and fuzzy, and this baby shower is being thrown in hopes that we can envelope your delicate, yet tough, beautiful body in this wonderful snuggie of love. Since you know me, it should come as no surprise that I failed to pack the present that I was to bring you today. I will have to share my gift of presence and love and hugs with you today instead and send you the material presents later. ;)

You are deserving of this love. You are worthy of this baby. We all love you, Casey. Thank you for sharing your self with all of us. Lots of love and squishy boob hugs,
V

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Our project for the day. (The kid doesn't do preschool on Fridays.)

While we got the sugar cookies in the oven (all EIGHT of them), we started the gingerbread house. And I swear to you, it took longer to MAKE the thing than it was...

For him to decide to destroy it.

I blame his love of construction.

Or more accurately I guess, DEstruction. Then the cookies came out of the oven and the whole extravaganza was Dunn. Happy Christmas y'all!

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"I'm silly!"

Yes you are, baby. Yes. You. Are. Sent from my iPhone