Veni, vidi, vici

Our delicious baby L will turn one next week, and she knows five words. She can say Mama, Dada, no, go!, and bye-bye. The last is her favorite. She loves to wave her arm and say, too eagerly, bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye.

Our girls are freshly bathed and pajamaed. Soon I'll kiss the younger one goodnight and prepare the older one's dinner. Then I'll take her upstairs, tuck her in, and kiss her goodnight, as well.

Goodnight, sweet November. Goodnight, NaBloPoMo. Bye-bye-bye.

Wax factory

I went on a bit of a rampage today and organized the arts and crafts drawers. This is the crayon collection. I don't even want to talk about markers and colored pencils.


(Look carefully at the right background and you'll see E. I wasn't kidding about crafts time being naked time.)

So these are just a percentage of our supplies, of course. And thus, a plea to our relatives: anyone who was considering the purchase of any product made by Crayola or its rivals for the girls for Chanukah or their respective upcoming birthdays, I'm begging you to reconsider.