Monday, September 10, 2012

'Kenzie bited.

Kenzie is one of Stella's daycare playmates and NOT our dog.


Stella's been bitten a few times at daycare, always on the arm between her elbow and wrist.

However, this was the first time she was able to tattle on the kid with the over-active choppers.

Kenzie bited. Bad. NO biting, Kenzie. Kenzie bited Yell-ya. Kenzie hurted.

My poor Stella! It just about broke my heart. She talked about it all weekend.

I will punch that little 'Kenzie.

I will encourage retaliation.

I felt so bad for Stella that I took her shopping for fall clothes and got us McDonalds which we secretly ate in the car because it was like 5:15 on Sunday (yesterday) afternoon and Daddy was making us chili for dinner.

So, yeah.  


If our dog Carson ever bit Stella, it would be on like Gangbusters.

I'm not entirely sure which one of them moves faster, but they are super cute even in blurryspice photos.


Saturday, September 8, 2012

My niece, Carley, is SEVEN years old.

Carley turned seven in late August. Sheesh. They grow up way too fast, don't they? My sister got her a Caboodle for her birthday -- talk about a blast from the past. I didn't even know that they were still available to buy. But, it makes sense, because they are awesome.

*Side note* My grandma used to call my Cabooodle a "Skeedoodle," as she always forgot what it was actually called. Hilarity.

Obvi, a little make-up session took place and Carley did my face (photo not available) and then I returned the favor. Carley was so cute when I started giving her the smoky eye. She's all, "My mommy doesn't let me put the eye shadow on the bottom lash line! I'd better go ask her if this is okay."

I tried to explain that I was giving her a "rock star night time look" and that on NO occasion would she ever wear this amount of make-up in her second grade classroom. Clearly. Or any make-up at all. Because she's SEVEN.

I love her look!
So. Part two of Carley's Birthday Post involves my own gift to her. My lovely mother suggested that I buy Car-bug some chapter books, since she has to read for 20 minutes every night as homework. Bookspice! Aunt Amber loved the idea, and scoured the racks at Half Priced Books to find some Full House and other such MaryKateandAshleyOlsenfromfifteenyearsago paraphernalia.

And then my eyes beheld the most wonderful thing. The Baby-sitters Club books! Oh, sweet nostalgia.

Sigh. They were a little above her reading level, I feared. Ohhh, but then my eyes landed on several books from the Baby-sitters Little Sister series. Score! Happy dance!

I was so excited to introduce Carley to these books. At the party, before she opened her gift, she and I were hanging out in her room when I spotted some random chapter book on her floor.

"So, Carley, I hear you have to read for school every night."

"Yeah, and I hate reading."

"You do? Don't you get to pick whatever book you want, though? Doesn't that make it better, getting to read a book about something you like?"

"No, because if I hate reading, how am I going to like it?"

My heart sank -- for two reasons. She was going to hate her birthday gift from me. Sad! And, she hated reading. Sadder.

However, by the end of the party, she was curled up on the couch. Score one for Aunt Amber.


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Can I leave you without a bit of Stella action? No way. So, here is my little boo-boo! So stinkin' sweet.