Wearable Art

Mikey finally succumbed to Britt's incessant pleas for some markers of her very own. Thankfully, they're washable markers because:



Now I get free mani-pedis and the occasional henna tattoo:



Oh, wait -- are henna tattoos red or brown? Well, no matter. I've got red and brown. And yellow!

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Little Miss Sticky Fingers got hold of my camera, which is why this shot has such a lovely soft focus:



The lens is clean now, but the outer protective shutter keeps sticking shut no matter what I do. Shit, hell and damn on that.

Britt's school pictures

We only have proofs right now so the image quality is awful, but here's a sneak peek:







We're trying to decide which how many of which poses to order, because they're frickin' expensive! And they make you order a whole package of one pose before you can order any individual sheets. Fuckers.

Britt has a boyfriend

He's a cute little kid with spiky blond hair. His name is Xavier.

Miss Millie told me that when Xavier drags his feet about going to school in the morning, his mother reminds him that Brittany will be there, and then he can't get to school fast enough.

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Britt has a strange new habit lately. She sticks her finger in her ear and pulls it out with a little *pop* sound and then she, well, um, she sniffs it.

I know kids do all kinds of weird things, but I've never heard of earwax-huffing before. Does earwax even have a smell? Hold on...

Oh, never mind, I can't tell. All I smell is hand lotion.

I guess there are worse orifices she could be poking and sniffing, so I probably shouldn't worry about it. It's just that it seems so, you know, odd.

Oddments

The cat escaped the other day. He always tries to, whenever the front door is opened, so he can go outside and munch on grass. Whenever he does manage to get out, we always go and chase him down and bring him back in, against our better judgment.

But Britt let him out the other day when we came home from school and I made a couple of half-hearted attempts to catch him but he kept running under my car and I wasn't about to go crawling under there after him, so I said fuck it and went back inside. Later I went out a couple of times to see if he was anywhere handy but I didn't see him, so I thought, Cool! He's gone! And it's not my fault!

So I mentioned it to Bridget when she got home from work and, of course, she went right out and found him. And brought him back inside.

I still haven't quite forgiven her for that.

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Britt's school is having a Christmas program next month. and I guess they're already working on their songs because she's been singing Jingle Bells around the house lately.

Another song she likes to sing is the theme song to her (current) favorite cartoon:

Bye-Bye the Saiwor Man
Poop! Poop!
Bye-Bye the Saiwor Man
Poop! Poop!...

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When I pick up Britt from school, I always cut through the subdivision next to it to avoid a busy intersection. Today I was following that route when I stopped at a stop sign and had to wait while a bowling ball slowly rolled down the cross street from left to right. I looked around but couldn't see anyone or anything to explain this strange phenomenon, so I'm left wondering, WTF?

Princess Brittany went to the ball

Not really. It was a classmate's birthday party.

Target didn't have any costumes left at all, but I found a deep-discounted Cinderella outfit at Party Galaxy. And a pair of "glass" slippers. The tiara was from Britt's first birthday party, and I spent thirty minutes yesterday afternoon digging two-year-old frosting out of all its tiny little crevices with a toothpick.



At the party, she wore her tiara backwards for a while, because she's cool like that.



The girls made princess wands and then Britt took a turn at "Pin the Kiss on the Frog,"



and she barely tapped whacked the pinata a couple of times.



Then there was cake and gift opening. She was not happy that she didn't get to unwrap the gift we brought.

We took group photos of the five little princesses (and some bratty little boys),



and then we split, before Grammy turned into a pumpkin.