Tea Party

This party happened last month, but I think I might have fixed my picture-orientation glich so I can share them with you now!

E's preschool buddy, Maya, had her fifth birthday party at the Meeker Mansion in Puyallup, where high tea was served. Ooh-la-la, it was very posh! All the girls were given pink hats & gloves with their party invites...



I think this will long be one of my favorite pics of Miss E at this age. It is just SOOOO "her!"



Here's the whole crew...


Here she is w/Maya, after the party. The pose was all their idea. They are two peas in a pod, I tell ya!

Overheard

This morning, the girls woke up early (so annoying, since I have had to wake them up for school all week) and were laying in their beds talking. We overheard this conversation:

"E, as long as you have someone sleeping in your room with you, you're safe from monsters."

"Nuh-uh. Monsters can still get you."

"No, that's why Mom and Dad have us share a room, so we're safe from monsters. And, why do you think that Mom and Dad share a room?!?"

With that logic, E was satisfied, and we had a chuckle (which was good 'cause I was pretty annoyed that they were already awake!)

Meditation

We just came home from taking M to school. E took off her coat and promptly sat down on the floor, criss-cross applesauce, with her elbows on her knees and palms upward. She closed her eyes, too. I said, "What are you doing?"

"Compromising."

"What does compromising have to do with the way you're sitting?"

"It just does."

"Do you mean that you're meditating?"

"Oh, yeah. I could do it alllllllll day."

"Where did you get that idea?"

"I saw it on a show."



Well, I guess she could be imitating worse things that she's seen!

I'm Officially a Grown-Up

My new friend, Heather, called on Saturday to see if I wanted to join her at the dollar theater to see "Step Up 2: The Streets." She said the first one was good, and hey, for two bucks, I'll try just about anything. Well, as it turns out, the plot was stupid, the acting was poor, but the dancing was entertaining. I can't say that I recommend it.

Toward the end of the movie, I had a huge, "Wow, I am really not cool" moment. The dancers get kicked out of the club they were going to compete at and have to "take it to the street." Of course, this huge crowd follows them, and it is raining buckets; bouncing off the pavement and creating enormous puddles. And, of course, they put on a flawless performance and are the clear "winner."

My first thought, "Oh, man. THAT'S a LOT of laundry!!!"

Goin' Private

So, after some psycho sabbatoged my brother's open blog and posted a very anti-Mormon comment, I have decided to make our blog private. I've been thinking about it, anyway, just thinkin' it would be nice to say our names and city w/o worrying about it. So, I will be sending out an invite soon. Leave a comment here if you think I don't have your email address and we'll get in touch.

Phew, What a Relief!

9% Geek

I Hate Cars

I really hate cars. Except that it sure beats walking.

This month, on P's commuter car, we have had to replace, one at a time:

the alternator,
the radiator,
and today, we found out the water pump is next.

When that's done, we will have spent $1000.

On a 1994 Mazda Protege! That has a speedometer that doesn't work. Oh, and the horn doesn't work, either! And, for some reason, it's always beeped the seatbelt sign at me indiscriminately whenever I drive it. I like to think it's b/c I'm just so thin that it thinks I couldn't possibly have a seat belt on. (ha!)

Did I mention that I hate cars?