Gift from the Hubby

I received a special delivery to my office courtesy of my husband. Flowers? Chocolates you ask? ah Nope. A book entitled The Raw Milk Revolution; Behind America's Emerging Battle over Food Rights by David Gumpert. Okay, so we got a good laugh out of that, but I really thought it was just for him and he had it delivered here. Then I thumbed through the first couple pages and found this:

It's autographed to ME. Yes, you are so passionate, Jason. Passionate about Raw Milk. Hope your book keeps you warm tonight. ;)

Not paranoid, Just Hyperaware

Yesterday, I asked the girl at daycare how Baby Elner's day was. She told me she and her little friend Kaylee had a LENGTHY conversation that only those two could understand. She tried several times to interject to see if she could get a clue as to what they were PASSIONATELY talking about. She had no clue; but the conversation ended when Kaylee told Eleanor "Elner; that's NOT nice" and she turned and walked away. My question; what exactly was she plotting? What could be so horrible that another 2 year old had to tell Ellee to "scale it back" a bit? I'll continue to lock her in her room at night and sleep with one eye open, thank you very much.

Our UnHappy Halloween

The crossed arms mean she's serious... serious about not listening and instead will be doing whatever the hell she feels like.

THIS would be the best photo of the night... there's one other one around here somewhere; where she's straining to scream at us... but at least she was acknowledging our presence.

After sitting for 45 minutes in the parking lot also referred to as the off ramp to Las Vegas Boulevard, and several illegal turns later, we made it to Mandalay Bay and wandered through the Shark Reef. They put up scary decorations and float body parts in the piranha tanks. Its cute. Then over to the Bellagio, where Baby Eleanor (as she affectionately calls herself) fell into and crushed the flowers at the Gardens in the Atrium. After fighting drunk stupid kids yelling "VEGAS WHAAHAOOOO" and crazy foreign tourists, we watched the water show and went home.

I'd like to take this moment to give myself proper credit. See, I've been VERY CAREFUL not to yell 'SHUT UP' at those stupid dogs... and the reward is great. I have a sweet little girl that tells me to "be quite" and that I'm boring. But still, be quiet is way better than shut up... right?

If only I would have concentrated more on "son of a bitch"...