“See, there was this see-saw. And I was trying to crawl on top of it, but it flipped up in the air and…”

“BAM! It smacked me right in the eye. And I cried and the teachers held me, and I informed them that it was totally unacceptable that the see-saw didn’t cooperate with my plans.”

“But it turned out OK. Now none of the kids in my class try to take my toys away, cause I look tough. See my tough face? So tough.”

There are a lot of pivotal moments in girl’s life.

Her first bike.

Her first sleepover party.

Her first pair of earrings.

But the very first one, in my opinion, is pigtails.

My little Jane wore hers on Sunday.

She was pretty proud and didn’t try to

pull them out until after church.

My baby isn’t so much a baby anymore.

She’s a little girl with pigtails.

 

Last night I took a break from boxes and cleaning to do something fun.

My sweet friends Jerusalem and Jeannetta invited me to see Tim Gunn.

I also snapped a picture of Jerusalem’s house, which is light and bright, smells like coffee, and is filled with the cheerful sounds of her little boys playing.

I kind of wanted to move in with them.

I cannot remember the last time I had “girl” fun.

It’s been a while.

 

Our house is a wreck and I’ve forgotten to water my plants for over two weeks.

I also forgot to water Mabel all day Saturday.

Her little water bowl was dry as a bone and she was super, uber, duper ticked off at me.

So in fear that anything else in the house goes without basic sustenance,

I’m taking a pause from everything else that occupies my mind.

Which means a blogging hiatus.

Between packing boxes, Jane and I took a little time to sit on the front porch and discuss all this glorious fall rain.

In the south it’s not fall until the rains move in.

Jane has started talking.

All. The. Time.

On Saturday it consisted of the words purple, oh boy, and maaaa (her version of mommy this week).

So it sounds something like this:

“Ohboyohboypuuuplelinglingalingamaaaa.”

Last night we went out to eat.

It was foggy and rainy and I wore a long sleeve shirt.

We’re getting ready to move into an temporary apartment.

I’m sad to leave this house and our neighborhood.

But not sad enough to stay. I’m ready to move on.

And on a more random note, I wore my butterfly wing necklace to work last Friday, and a monarch butterfly perched on the outside of my office window for over an hour.

I kept whispering, “I’m sorry, OK?! The website said it died of natural causes!”

But the monarch wasn’t convinced and just fluttered its wings at me, deeply disdainful of my wing necklace. I can’t say I blame him.

So this is our life right now.

Hopefully it gets less crazy soon.

But somehow I don’t think that will happen.

 

Mornings are Jane’s best time. And mine.

We wear our pajamas and eat breakfast by ourselves, and talk about the Disney channel.

Btw, am I the only person who thinks that the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is like watching the inmates run the asylum?

And why is Blogger making my type line up like this?

Ah. The mysteries of the universe that occupy my brain.

Either way.

Mornings are good.

Especially when you have a 17 month old try to sing along with the Small Potatoes song when the only words she knows are

“no”

“Mama”

“Muhbul”

and

“Banana.”

I highly recommend this as the perfect way to start a morning.