Today Lola started in on yet another round of puking and pooping. My mom came and got Miles so that I only had to deal with the sick child, not the happy, healthy, activity-craving four year old, too.
**Sorry, I got distracted last night. Anyway, the purpose of my title to this entry was because I was missing my Milesy girl soooo much!!
PS...I never got sick again. Keep your fingers crossed and keep on prayin'!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Still awake and I can't believe I forgot to mention this!!
Just in case you've been under a rock, LSU beat the crap outta Ohio State to win the BCS National Championship this past Monday night. When I say they beat the crap out of 'em, I don't exxagerate. I mean those poor Buckeye boys are probably still chugging some Pepto Bismal this weekend!! WOO HOO!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Since I am still awake...
I'll post a few pictures here...
First, Milesy with Mawmaw, who would want me to clarify that she did not want her picture taken lounging around with the grandkids on a sunny day without having a chance to go hot roll her hair...
Than Lola with her Pop Pop, who had been out in the woods, oblivious to their repeated screams of his name due to his suppossedly non-existent hearing problem...
Then, here is Leigh Ann, ready to ring in the new year and looking quite happy to see 2008. She wasn't drinking straight out of the champagne bottle, by the way.
Then we have one of my favorites, Lola on the back porch carrying around a makeshift chicken feed scoop. Like Pop Pop, like Lo-Lo...that baby wants to do everything Pop Pop does.
OK, and I swear, just this one more...here is Lola as repeatedly snapped, peaking back over the front of the double stroller, by Miles with her very first, very own digital camera at WDW in September!First, Milesy with Mawmaw, who would want me to clarify that she did not want her picture taken lounging around with the grandkids on a sunny day without having a chance to go hot roll her hair...
Than Lola with her Pop Pop, who had been out in the woods, oblivious to their repeated screams of his name due to his suppossedly non-existent hearing problem...
Then, here is Leigh Ann, ready to ring in the new year and looking quite happy to see 2008. She wasn't drinking straight out of the champagne bottle, by the way. Then we have one of my favorites, Lola on the back porch carrying around a makeshift chicken feed scoop. Like Pop Pop, like Lo-Lo...that baby wants to do everything Pop Pop does.Another that I really like is this one from Christmas Eve...when they opened their gowns and Mickey/Minnie dolls in honor of our wonderful week at Disney in September.
Apparently, I'm licensed to ill...
And I always thought that would be something to be envied, growing up. Blah. I was WRONG.
For the third week since Christmas, the dreaded stomach funk has made an appearance here in our household. Seriously.
First Lola showed symptoms. Then my mom reported that Milesy threw up at her house. Then it me before heading on to Phillip. Once we got out of the woods, we were extremely thankful to have done our time at toilet town. Or so I thought!
Then last week, once again, Lola began having terrible diapers, puked in the kitchen floor and cried wearily as I held her. Miles puked in our bed and then later in her own. Phillip had to excuse himself from work for a moment to go yak. Then back to me. You get the drift.
Well...you'd have thought that would mean we'd paid our dues, but ohhhhhh no. Of course not. Miles returned to mother's day out this week...and apparently promptly got ahold of the germs again. Except this time, she wasn't affected. Poor Lola was. Her bed sheets had to be changed one morning. My pink tweed coat now needs dry cleaning; I can't even imagine how odd I'll feel pointing out the spots of baby poo when I drop it off. Phillip found remnants of Miss Poopy Pants' latest deposit on the rug. Nice! It is no wonder that we are having issues. As Phillip determined..."What I think this place needs is a good sanitizing!" Unfortunately that clearly didn't work.
So as I sit here, growing more and more tranquil from the Phenergan I just took, I reflect on anther round for him Thursday night and another round for me last night and today. I am so weak and, I believe, dehydrated, that I am beginning to get paranoid that if this thing doesn't go away and stay away, I'll end up needing an IV of fluid. I say that in all seriousness, as last year my sister was told that she had two choices: go home a drink a gallon of Gatorade in a few hours or go to the hospital for an IV, due to severe dehydration. I completely forgot for a minute there about my week spent with severe allergies, so I have really been though the ringer this past month.
Pray this thing is finally finished with my family, PLEASE!
For the third week since Christmas, the dreaded stomach funk has made an appearance here in our household. Seriously.
First Lola showed symptoms. Then my mom reported that Milesy threw up at her house. Then it me before heading on to Phillip. Once we got out of the woods, we were extremely thankful to have done our time at toilet town. Or so I thought!
Then last week, once again, Lola began having terrible diapers, puked in the kitchen floor and cried wearily as I held her. Miles puked in our bed and then later in her own. Phillip had to excuse himself from work for a moment to go yak. Then back to me. You get the drift.
Well...you'd have thought that would mean we'd paid our dues, but ohhhhhh no. Of course not. Miles returned to mother's day out this week...and apparently promptly got ahold of the germs again. Except this time, she wasn't affected. Poor Lola was. Her bed sheets had to be changed one morning. My pink tweed coat now needs dry cleaning; I can't even imagine how odd I'll feel pointing out the spots of baby poo when I drop it off. Phillip found remnants of Miss Poopy Pants' latest deposit on the rug. Nice! It is no wonder that we are having issues. As Phillip determined..."What I think this place needs is a good sanitizing!" Unfortunately that clearly didn't work.
So as I sit here, growing more and more tranquil from the Phenergan I just took, I reflect on anther round for him Thursday night and another round for me last night and today. I am so weak and, I believe, dehydrated, that I am beginning to get paranoid that if this thing doesn't go away and stay away, I'll end up needing an IV of fluid. I say that in all seriousness, as last year my sister was told that she had two choices: go home a drink a gallon of Gatorade in a few hours or go to the hospital for an IV, due to severe dehydration. I completely forgot for a minute there about my week spent with severe allergies, so I have really been though the ringer this past month.
Pray this thing is finally finished with my family, PLEASE!
Saturday, January 5, 2008
It is such a shame
We start 2008 with such sad news.
A woman was presumably abducted and killed in Georgia while hiking. Two teen sisters were killed by their own father in Texas for not following the religion of Islam because they were *gasp* dating boys.
Last year, we saw such terrible things such as the Omaha mall mass murder, the murder of a family of six on Christmas Eve in Washington state and so on.
Why can't we go back to world of my childhood, of 1984, when I was 6 or 7 years old and and things were all PYT, Boy George, Duran Duran and such?
A woman was presumably abducted and killed in Georgia while hiking. Two teen sisters were killed by their own father in Texas for not following the religion of Islam because they were *gasp* dating boys.
Last year, we saw such terrible things such as the Omaha mall mass murder, the murder of a family of six on Christmas Eve in Washington state and so on.
Why can't we go back to world of my childhood, of 1984, when I was 6 or 7 years old and and things were all PYT, Boy George, Duran Duran and such?
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Sick/dropping temperatures
Our household has been sickly this week. We've all had the allergy funk on some level.
Then last night, the snow started. It hasn't stuck to the ground but it does start coming down quite steady every now and then. It is nice but my Lord, it is cold. I mean bone-chilling, hair-raising cold outside. I don't even want to leave the house. This is quite a statement from a road-runner such as myself.
NYE was fairly uneventful. We had fun but I was so stopped up with allergies, it was a struggle getting the gumption up to live it up too much. I just felt like sitting there in a Benedryl-induced fog, watching others enjoy the countdown. The kids spent the night at my parents' house, so it was a relaxing night in that aspect.
We went to Fuji for dinner on New Years night. It really started snowing hard when we were eating, so that was neat. Then we went and got the booboo's, since my mom said Lola had been standing at the back door whimpering, "Momma! Da-ddy! Mommaaa!" all evening. They were happy to see us, though just as I predicted, Miles did cook up a little scheme to try and spend another night before we left. We made her come on home with us and she fell asleep promptly in the car. Lola stayed awake but ONLY until we made it home and got her into her own bed.
Home sweet home. I guess that saying really did resonate that night.
Then last night, the snow started. It hasn't stuck to the ground but it does start coming down quite steady every now and then. It is nice but my Lord, it is cold. I mean bone-chilling, hair-raising cold outside. I don't even want to leave the house. This is quite a statement from a road-runner such as myself.
NYE was fairly uneventful. We had fun but I was so stopped up with allergies, it was a struggle getting the gumption up to live it up too much. I just felt like sitting there in a Benedryl-induced fog, watching others enjoy the countdown. The kids spent the night at my parents' house, so it was a relaxing night in that aspect.
We went to Fuji for dinner on New Years night. It really started snowing hard when we were eating, so that was neat. Then we went and got the booboo's, since my mom said Lola had been standing at the back door whimpering, "Momma! Da-ddy! Mommaaa!" all evening. They were happy to see us, though just as I predicted, Miles did cook up a little scheme to try and spend another night before we left. We made her come on home with us and she fell asleep promptly in the car. Lola stayed awake but ONLY until we made it home and got her into her own bed.
Home sweet home. I guess that saying really did resonate that night.
2008
I still can't believe it is 2008. This means a lot of things that just seem so strange. Here is a list of anniversaries of events that still seem so foreign to me.
This year will be:
This year will be:
- Five years since I became a momma.
- Six years since my wreck that created still-lingering chronic pain.
- Six years since I started Brownbag Studio.
- Seven years since I became a wife.
- Nine years since I started dating my husband.
- 10 years since I went alum from Chi Omega.
- 10 years since I first worked at Main Street.
- 12 years since I became friends with Casey and Missi.
- 14 years since I graduated high school.
- 14 years since I became friends with Kirby, Joyce, Leigh Ann, anyone else from freshman year at MTSU.
- 15 years since my family first got "the internets".
- 17 years since Emily Cox was killed in a car accident in high school. This one really boggles my mind...how time just passes such a tragic thing by.
- 17 years since I got my license and started terrorizing Murfreesboro's streets.
- 19 years since we camped out at Murphy Center for NKOTB tickets for the first time.
- 22 years since I became an aunt for the first time.
- 22 years since I moved to Murfreesboro.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
The truth
Miles and I were having a conversation about Santa today. She asked why Santa brings presents. I told her that Santa brings the presents so that every child can celebrate Jesus' birthday. I don't understand why some people think it is not religious to do Santa. Why don't they just do like me and remind them that the whole reason for Christmas is that it is celebrating Jesus' birthday but that they get gifts for his birthday, too?
Santa's been very good to the Brown household
I try really hard not to go overboard. I really do. I shop early, to avoid the pitfalls of over-spending. However, Santa did well for our kids' stuff this year.
Santa brought the kids:
Joint gift: kitchen play set where they can cook, wash dishes, bake and store things in the fridge. Oh, and a phone. It has a pretend cordless.
Miles: Skateboard, real guitar, Fancy-schmancy Doodle Pro, two sets of Cabbage Patch doll clothes, huge koosh-style ball
Lola: Doll carriage, doll playpen, doll highchair, Fisher Price toddler Doodle Pro, monkey hat, huge koosh-style ball, Little People bus, tutu, leather ballet slippers
Both stockings can not hold another ounce of toy-goodness. Each got Silly putty, two coloring books, special crayons, mini M&M's, little stuffed animal, big snowman straws from Dollar Tree, etc. Lola got a toy truck, Miles got some dominoes and more.
Help me, please! I had to take a huge box of good toys to Goodwill today to justify it.
Santa brought the kids:
Joint gift: kitchen play set where they can cook, wash dishes, bake and store things in the fridge. Oh, and a phone. It has a pretend cordless.
Miles: Skateboard, real guitar, Fancy-schmancy Doodle Pro, two sets of Cabbage Patch doll clothes, huge koosh-style ball
Lola: Doll carriage, doll playpen, doll highchair, Fisher Price toddler Doodle Pro, monkey hat, huge koosh-style ball, Little People bus, tutu, leather ballet slippers
Both stockings can not hold another ounce of toy-goodness. Each got Silly putty, two coloring books, special crayons, mini M&M's, little stuffed animal, big snowman straws from Dollar Tree, etc. Lola got a toy truck, Miles got some dominoes and more.
Help me, please! I had to take a huge box of good toys to Goodwill today to justify it.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Ready set go
I am sooo ready for Christmas!! Santa was good to our family! Phillip also already let me open a present from him...a TV for our room to hang on the wall. YAY! I let him open his new turntable, too! We are listening to a vintage Elvis Christmas album that belonged to my parents as we speak!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Nighty night!
My kids. Are in the bed. At 5:59 PM. On a Friday night.
I can't believe it. I stand amazed at what a trip to the park on a nice afternoon can do.
I can't believe it. I stand amazed at what a trip to the park on a nice afternoon can do.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Papa don't preach
Jamie Lynn Spears is on the cover of OK magazine with an exclusive interview. Though shocked and scared, she's pregnant and she's keeping her baby. This isn't a real big shocker, is it? Won't it be strange if she's a great mom and Britney looks even worse?
The virtually unknown story of the American airmen who, in 1945, marched 600 miles in 86 days during one of the cruelist winters on record
Randomly today, I thought about an experience of which I heard great details as a child. I had read an article about Japan intercepting a test missile in Hawaii, and I found this strange. It just seemed a little strange that our military would be allowing the very country that caused Pearl Harbor to be testing missiles in the vicinity of Pearl Harbor. Thus this made me think of the WWII Death March though Germany. My uncle, John Rogers, was sadly one of the soldiers who was forced to march 600 miles across Germany in the ice and snow for 86 days during one of the most grueling winters in Germany's history. They did have shoes at the beginning, but it didn't take long for the soles to wear out and then they were barefoot. They bartered cigarettes with their captors for fresh water on the rare occasions that they got it and often slept crammed so tightly into barns or shelters along the way that they slept standing up.
Doesn't that sound so far removed? Yes, it does. However, he is still alive. It was ONLY 62 years ago. That isn't that long ago in relation to our lifespans.
About the Death March, which is often overlooked bc the same name was bestowed upon a POW event in the Philippines in WWII, this site (http://www.b24.net/pow/march.htm) said this: Though often overlooked by history, the death march across Germany ranks as one of the most outrageous cruelties ever committed against American fighting men. Fittingly, a memorial to these soldiers now stands on the Polish ground where Stalag Luft IV once stood.
And THAT is your history lesson for today, students, cause I am dorky like that.
Doesn't that sound so far removed? Yes, it does. However, he is still alive. It was ONLY 62 years ago. That isn't that long ago in relation to our lifespans.
About the Death March, which is often overlooked bc the same name was bestowed upon a POW event in the Philippines in WWII, this site (http://www.b24.net/pow/march.htm) said this: Though often overlooked by history, the death march across Germany ranks as one of the most outrageous cruelties ever committed against American fighting men. Fittingly, a memorial to these soldiers now stands on the Polish ground where Stalag Luft IV once stood.
And THAT is your history lesson for today, students, cause I am dorky like that.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Update on Baygo
Miles pushing Baygo onthe swing, Jan. 7, 2008...
"Baygo" did not go to the play with us tonight. He stayed at his house, which we learned in the car on the way home is actually one of Milesy's drawers in her chest. His parents don't live there with him. They live in a motel. When questioned, she answered that yeah, Baygo's parents do have their green cards. If you are confused, you probably don't know that Baygo is Milesy's imaginary friend. He is Mexican, and his name is supposed to be Diego.
We wish you a Merry Christmas!
Tonight's Christmas play was amazing. Miles came through like a champ. Daddy gave her a fresh floral bouquet after it was over to congratulate the little thespian. We were a little concerned, as she announced following Wednesday night's practice that she did not want to participate. Since then, she has flip-flopped twice regarding her participation. Each time that we reminded her that she would be wearing a special dress made by Mawmaw and a halo and wings, she regained her confidence.
Yesterday, she saw the outfit Mawmaw made. She stood amazing at the site of the white satin skirt trimmed in gold lace and white long sleeve shirt. Once she'd seen the skirt and top, she was back on track. Then we had a momentary refusal to participate late last night. However, tonight when she put those wings and that halo on, she was ready to perform. It was truly like a television show or a book.
She proudly marched to the front with the rest of her group, knocked on the manger's gate and prayed for baby Jesus. 
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
The doors might be locked but that's not stopping Miles.
Today, I had to go upstairs to 'help' Lola go to sleep. This usually means laying down with her, snuggling her so tightly that she can't escape to get out of bed. Then when she falls asleep, I'll transfer her to her bed. I always make absolutely sure that the little lock and the dead bolt are locked as well as the chain. Today I reinforced to Miles, as I always do about this time, not to go near the door, not to open it, not to even touch it, no matter what.
As I heard the downstairs commotion, I wondered what in the world she could possibly be doing. Racing *Baygo to see who could jump the farthest off the bar definitely crossed my mind. I heard several banging noises, and to be honest, felt fairly confident that my kid was just jumping up and down on something to see if it would break. Then I heard what sounded like knocking, the gleefully joyous expression, "I got it!!!!!" and a door open and shut. It was right about now that I realized the banging was my child trying repeatedly to open a door only to be stopped be the chain. I raced downstairs, hollering her name. I got no reply, and I rounded the corner in a panic, scanning the room. No sign of her or *Baygo. I rushed to the foyer in pure panic only to hear some meager little knocks coming from the porch. She had gotten a step stool and undone the chain up high.
As I flung the door open, she says, "Mommy, I was jus' lookin' fa you!" I reminded her that she knew good and well where I was and she tried to snake her way out of trouble, regardless. So I point out that someone could have snatched her outside all alone. Do you know what this child said, "Oh, no, Mommy. I looked all around and there is nobody out here to snatch me!"
We had a looooong talk about going outside alone. Then I plotted my intentions to install an extra lock...you know, the kind that only works with a key and has no knob. Yeah, Shirley, Shirley, can I get one of those locks, ASAP! (This last part is an inside joke!)
*Baygo is Diego. You may be familiar with him from the Dora the Explorer series or his own spin off? Yeah. He lives at my house. He races Miles round the house nonstop and particularly likes his own helping of her favorite snack foods.
As I heard the downstairs commotion, I wondered what in the world she could possibly be doing. Racing *Baygo to see who could jump the farthest off the bar definitely crossed my mind. I heard several banging noises, and to be honest, felt fairly confident that my kid was just jumping up and down on something to see if it would break. Then I heard what sounded like knocking, the gleefully joyous expression, "I got it!!!!!" and a door open and shut. It was right about now that I realized the banging was my child trying repeatedly to open a door only to be stopped be the chain. I raced downstairs, hollering her name. I got no reply, and I rounded the corner in a panic, scanning the room. No sign of her or *Baygo. I rushed to the foyer in pure panic only to hear some meager little knocks coming from the porch. She had gotten a step stool and undone the chain up high.
As I flung the door open, she says, "Mommy, I was jus' lookin' fa you!" I reminded her that she knew good and well where I was and she tried to snake her way out of trouble, regardless. So I point out that someone could have snatched her outside all alone. Do you know what this child said, "Oh, no, Mommy. I looked all around and there is nobody out here to snatch me!"
We had a looooong talk about going outside alone. Then I plotted my intentions to install an extra lock...you know, the kind that only works with a key and has no knob. Yeah, Shirley, Shirley, can I get one of those locks, ASAP! (This last part is an inside joke!)
*Baygo is Diego. You may be familiar with him from the Dora the Explorer series or his own spin off? Yeah. He lives at my house. He races Miles round the house nonstop and particularly likes his own helping of her favorite snack foods.
Walmart panty debacle
What exactly is a Walmart panty debacle, you might ask? Well let me explain...
Poor, *evil Walmart has done it again. They put an offensive product on the shelf...in the junior's panty department. The offending items have a slogan printed across the crotch, "Who needs credit cards," and, "When you've got Santa," across the butt. While I agree that my first reaction to the front slogan was questioning whether they meant who needs credit cards when you can pay with your privates, I don't think that Walmart intended to insinuate that at all. The message on the back surely means that these were intended to be whimsical...which brings me to my next point.
The solution to this whole ordeal would be to no longer print any messages on our skivvies, much less our adolescents' drawers, don't you think? I mean, I always think it is cheesy or tacky, even when it isn't at risk of having the sentence misinterpreted. Aren't you at risk of giving the wrong impression anytime you decide to wear a sentence on your crotch? AHA! That's my point!
*Walmart is not evil. This is sarcasm at it's best. Walmart helps me afford to stay-at-home with my kids. In an ideal world, of course I'd love to do my paper towel shopping at Neiman Marcus. However, this ain't Dallas, and this ain't Dynasty. This is just a man and woman holding this thing together. Oh, and Walmart. A man and a woman and Walmart holding this thing (the budget) together.
Poor, *evil Walmart has done it again. They put an offensive product on the shelf...in the junior's panty department. The offending items have a slogan printed across the crotch, "Who needs credit cards," and, "When you've got Santa," across the butt. While I agree that my first reaction to the front slogan was questioning whether they meant who needs credit cards when you can pay with your privates, I don't think that Walmart intended to insinuate that at all. The message on the back surely means that these were intended to be whimsical...which brings me to my next point.
The solution to this whole ordeal would be to no longer print any messages on our skivvies, much less our adolescents' drawers, don't you think? I mean, I always think it is cheesy or tacky, even when it isn't at risk of having the sentence misinterpreted. Aren't you at risk of giving the wrong impression anytime you decide to wear a sentence on your crotch? AHA! That's my point!
*Walmart is not evil. This is sarcasm at it's best. Walmart helps me afford to stay-at-home with my kids. In an ideal world, of course I'd love to do my paper towel shopping at Neiman Marcus. However, this ain't Dallas, and this ain't Dynasty. This is just a man and woman holding this thing together. Oh, and Walmart. A man and a woman and Walmart holding this thing (the budget) together.
Yada Yada Yada
Sometimes I am just too lazy to think of a headline. This is one of those times.
I am just worn out. This past weekend was FULL of stuff. Friday night we went to Fuji for Stephanie's birthday. Saturday, we went to Phil's office Christmas, excuse me, holiday party. Sunday, we took the kids to the Christmas parade, went to Publix and decorated the tree.
All of this...while the weather couldn't make up its mind about whether to be cold or warm. My allergies have taken a beating...migraines, pain in my top teeth, a stopped up ear through which I could not hear...
This weekend was just nonstop. I can't get enough rest and I can't quite seem to kick a nagging headache and the pain in my top teeth. Hey, at least I got my hearing back.
I am just worn out. This past weekend was FULL of stuff. Friday night we went to Fuji for Stephanie's birthday. Saturday, we went to Phil's office Christmas, excuse me, holiday party. Sunday, we took the kids to the Christmas parade, went to Publix and decorated the tree.
All of this...while the weather couldn't make up its mind about whether to be cold or warm. My allergies have taken a beating...migraines, pain in my top teeth, a stopped up ear through which I could not hear...
This weekend was just nonstop. I can't get enough rest and I can't quite seem to kick a nagging headache and the pain in my top teeth. Hey, at least I got my hearing back.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Christmas Eve...
This year, we want to celebrate Christmas Eve while remembering our super special family vacation to Disney World. I ordered each of the girls a fleece Minnie Mouse gown with their name embroidered above an embroidered Minnie, Lola gets a Mickey plush and Miles gets a Minnie, and I also ordered Disney's Holiday Classics on DVD, featuring Mickey's Christmas Carol plus a few more titles. Our plan is to let them open the gowns and plush dolls on Christmas Eve and then watch Mickey's Christmas Carol.
Well, plans have to be altered sometimes. Today the UPS package came while Miles was at Mother's Day Out. I opened it and let Lola see her "Mouse" doll. She calls Mickey Mouse just plain old "Mouse". She absolutely adored him. She walked around singing sweet, unintelligible nothings to "Mouse" while hugging his neck tightly. "Mouse" might say it was choking him, but she meant nothing but love for that doll.
When my parents left after a little visit, I put "Mouse" back into the package and into the closet while her attention was on the grandparents' departure. Well, just a few minutes later, she began to look for "Mouse" and through her gibberish, I realized that she was mumbling on and on about Pop Pop (my dad) taking her "Mouse". She mentioned it numerous other times today! She thinks my daddy stole her "Mouse"!!!
I am not sure if I can make that baby wait until Christmas Eve believing Pop Pop stole her "Mouse".
Well, plans have to be altered sometimes. Today the UPS package came while Miles was at Mother's Day Out. I opened it and let Lola see her "Mouse" doll. She calls Mickey Mouse just plain old "Mouse". She absolutely adored him. She walked around singing sweet, unintelligible nothings to "Mouse" while hugging his neck tightly. "Mouse" might say it was choking him, but she meant nothing but love for that doll.
When my parents left after a little visit, I put "Mouse" back into the package and into the closet while her attention was on the grandparents' departure. Well, just a few minutes later, she began to look for "Mouse" and through her gibberish, I realized that she was mumbling on and on about Pop Pop (my dad) taking her "Mouse". She mentioned it numerous other times today! She thinks my daddy stole her "Mouse"!!!
I am not sure if I can make that baby wait until Christmas Eve believing Pop Pop stole her "Mouse".
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