On the drama filled world of my two year old...

Some snippets from my conversation with friends online last night as the girls prepared for bed:

My little redhead just collapsed to the floor in a fit of silent weeping over the grave injustice of being denied licorice right before bed....

Now she's trying to get out of picking up the toys with her sisters by telling me she needs a drink...every 10 seconds. She just staggered up to me clutching her throat and WHISPERED, "I really need a drink, Mummy, right now!" My child is such a drama queen.

Me: "Bethany, take this book and put it on the bookshelf." Her, eyes tightly closed, innocent voice: "Oh no, I can't see the bookshelf!" *drops book and walks away*"

Me, exasperated: "Bethany, GO in your room and help your sisters put the toys in the baskets!" Her, saluting me (yes, literally): "I will do that, sir."

I love my silly, beautiful, crazy, vibrant littlest daughter so much!

Sleeping on the floor, and in the car...

We all know that moving is exhausting, but who knew it could exhaust a two year old so much?

We are all VERY glad to be back in our own beds, now that our beds (and everything else!) have been successfully moved to our new home.

We are in a lovely, newly remodeled duplex, and I'm having fun unpacking and decorating. (Ok, that was a lie. I'm not having fun unpacking! Decorating is fun, though.) Hopefully we will be here for a little while -- longer than we got to be in St. Maries, at least.

I'm sorry this is short, as I'm quite behind with blogging and have a lot of catching up to do, but I'm just popping in for a quick break and to post pictures of my sleeping sweetheart. :-)

And this is why I love my husband...

In retrospect, I do feel a little badly about screaming. Perhaps it was a tiny bit excessive -- but then, since it made Lamont materialize instantly beside me as I wanted him to, perhaps not.

"What happened?!" He demanded, out of breath, as his anxious face peered into the bathroom mirror beside mine. I pointed, with a trembling finger...

"Is that a gray hair???"

And in that defining moment, folks, he did not roll his eyes, or laugh at me, or any of the things that you all are doing right now (oh yes, I know!). No, he leaned forward and stared into the mirror at the hair in question, studying it very seriously. After I held my breath for an endless moment, he gave his verdict.

"No it's not, it's just a little more blonde than most of your hair, and the light hit it strangely for a second."

I squeaked breathlessly, "Are you sure?"

Once again the serious look, the moment of consideration, and then the confident answer, "Yes, definitely."

So not only do I not have my first gray hair yet (which is really a miracle considering I have three insanely busy children!), but I do have the greatest (and smartest -- look at all the brownie points he just earned!) husband ever. ;-)