Corbin took Basden Easter dress shopping last week.
Ever since, we have had a miniature bride traipsing around our home.
Check out the satin buttons running down the back.
Corbin swears he tried to steer her other directions, but evidently once Basden locked her eyes on the bride dress there was no going back.
And in Corbin fashion, he didn’t come home with just one dress…
This morning the girls took a long bath. I took advantage of their preoccupation to put away laundry and straighten up the kids’ rooms a bit. After 40 minutes of splashing and pretending, the girls hesitantly got out and dried off. While drying Basden’s long blonde hair and smearing her body with yummy-smelling lotion, I once again used the comfortable, teachable moment and pointed out that no one except mommy and daddy touch her certain places, and that’s only for cleaning. She quickly reminded me that both grandmas can help her in that way, too, but nobody else. “Only 4 adults,” she concluded, “oooh… and of course Santa!”
I think she missed the point.
p.s. - For any concerned folks… we haven’t even visited Santa this year, she’s just got Christmas on the brain!
p.s.s. - I feel slightly inappropriate about posting this, someone let me know if I’ve crossed the line!
Branson walked into the kitchen the other day and found me bent over my laptop.
“What are you doing, Mom?”
“Writing a story, B.”
“Is it for your blog thing?”
“Yep.”
“If I write a story will you put it on your blog?”
“Yep.”
10 minutes later the rough (& final) draft landed on my desk.
So…here ya go, Bran. Keep up that writing thing…
Me and My Friend Hudson Key.
Once upon a time, my friend invited me over. His name was Hudson Key. First,we had an airsoft war. He hit me on the shoulder. I sed, “you are dead!” So I got his machine gun and hit him on the leg. And he sed “I give up!”
So then we got on our skeateboards and I got on his bike and went off the ramp and did half a front flip and had no helmet on. My shoulder was gushing blood out. So I never went off a ramp on a bike again!
REAL STORY