According to Noah, Brett, Kennedy and I are all called mom. The funny thing is that he will copy Brett in a string of words up until he hears daddy, which he will always respond with mom. Except now he doesn't even bother to answer, he just laughs at Brett.
I watched Practical Magic for the first time a couple of days ago. It was not nearly as good as the hype it has been given over the last I don't know how many years. I was not impressed. Sorry if you're a fan.
I'm working like crazy to get bows done and ready for presentation and sale at the local holiday bazaar on Saturday. I'm really hoping that I will be able to make some money. Because I really want this. But a Hufflepuff version, of course.
Noah's first 24 hours in his toddler bed have been hugely successful. No needing to put him back in bed or anything. He just fell right asleep, even for his nap. I'm so relieved. And Kennedy looks so small in her new twin bed. She's like a needle in a whole lot of puffy blankets.
We probably won't be moving in 5 weeks now. Brett's gigantic class that is scheduled to start in January got split, so more than likely we will be going to school in February instead. Pro: We get to buy a Christmas tree. Yay! Con: I don't get to have a mad awesome Doctor Who Christmas party with my sister. Sad day.
Yes, this has been a weird format for a blog post, but I hope it was informative and served its purpose of making me actually blog again.
