Having your birthday on a Sunday when you stayed up late the night before makes for a difficult day. K cried through lunch, Daddy brought her home from Grandma’s House where they both napped so long it was time for evening church when they woke up. They both needed it with this bad cold. So we finally opened presents after church. Grandma made jelly roll cake, we had butter pecan ice cream.
K loved the new dress and tights for dolly, she keeps bringing me a different outfit for her, and saying, "Dolly poopy Momma." I guess she us Dolly’s big sister, not the little Mamma.
The dance skirt Grandma made was a hit with me, but K doesn’t know what to do with it, and thinks it is for dolly. Oh well, a few episodes of some book with ballerinas should clue her in.
My musings on our homeschool, coop, figuring out what my educational philosophy is anyway, and will I ever make curtains for the rest of the appartment?
