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A fabulously entertaining story about our youngest daughter, known for getting herself stuck in things. I even have a picture of the unfolding debacle.

Mo In The Snow!

Yesterday morning, we woke up to a surprising amount of snow covering the ground!

Lucy was VERY excited and wanted to get outside right away to "eat snow."

Once Molly got a good look at the snow, she channeled Uncle Calvin and was dying to get out there right away.

But mean old Mommy didn't feel like bundling up the crawler, so I told her we were going to stay in while Lucy was out.

Not a well-received statement.

Lucy got out to eat snow and was very excited about our short-lived Winter Wonderland!

After plenty of wailing and yelling, Molly wore me down. But what do you do with a crawler who doesn't own a snowsuit?

You stick her in her high chair, drag it across the house and put her outside. Obviously.

She was just about the happiest little girl you've ever seen!

I brought them in and decided to let her finish her puffs while I got Lucy out of her wet clothes. Molly was only too happy to continue her snow feast.

This kid...what a trip.

I (andrew) putting Lucy to bed... lol.

I put Lucy in her bed. After her usual dance, squirm, blanket & pillow struggle and mumbling I hear a faint request as I am stepping out of the room to get her nightly water cup....

"May I please have three cubes? I WAS a good girl!"

Cubes = ice cubes for her water. Do I have a princess or WHAT!?!

Geeeeeeshhhh.....

License To Tantrum

What an afternoon.

It was going to be so simple, too. So simple.

We had this plan. Andrew was going to pick us up at noon, and we were going to the Department of Public Safety to get our Texas licenses. So simple. We got there right on time. Fab! I pull out all the paperwork. Well, all of it except Andrew's birth certificate. I blame the state of Maryland for making them the size of a credt card. Losers.
So we come up with a plan. Andrew will take the girls and run home and find his passport, which will work as well. I tell him where it is and I stay to work on paperwork, buy lunch for the 4 of us and do my license. So simple. I, of course, have forgetten my cell phone, complicating things a tiny bit. Andrew, of course, has never done a solo lunch time drive with the screamig meanies, which complicates things a tiny bit more.
I fill out the paperwork. Did I mention the licensing dept computer system is down statewide? They don't know when it'll be back up, so I go to buy lunch. (by computer system I assume they mean scribes and calligraphers, judging by the age of the "computers.")
Lunch is bought. I return to wolf down my sub and am delighted to hear the system is back and working. I get in line and am waiting patiently for my turn, when I see a sign that reads, "cash or check only."
Are you flipping kidding me??? I pack up everything. Papers, lunches, drinks, etc. Everything. I run to an ATM to withdraw the last $80 in our checking account until next Friday. (also a terribly funny story. Another time, perhaps?)
I run back to get in line as a breathless Andrew comes running back in with two confused girls. No passport. I, of course, remember where it is right away. So simple.
Andrew scratches "get license" from his list and has just been elevated to a lunchtime chaffeur and nanny. Fabulous.
I get my license. Of course, "low taxes Texas" doesn't print them onsite. I have a paper that says I have to wait 5 weeks until the Pony Express arrives with th actual thing. So simple.
So, neither girl is napping after having ruined that for them. So we're going to head to the gym. Gracious.


- Laura & Andrew

From the mouths of babes.

Lucy comes up with all sorts of crazy stories these days, and most of them have to do with giants, monsters and "Keens." (kings?)
Today she was in the tub and said, "I must be a giant. I have giant feet, so I must be a giant. Molly must be a baby giant. Awww!!!!

The other day, Andrew was carrying her somewhere and told her not to pick her nose. She replied, "oh, that's good advice!"

However, I think yesterday was my favorite Lucy moment recently. I gave her a cereal bar and it really looked awful. I murmured to Andrew, "ugh, that looks like dog poop." Lucy shoved the entire thing in her mouth and started chewing. A few seconds later, she spit it out into a pile on the table. When Andrew asked what she was doing, she said, "I am NOT eating poop!"
And here I thought I'd spoken so quietly...

- Laura & Andrew