jello, my name is pickle

winter pony foot

caroline takes off her shoes and socks in the car on the way home from school pretty much every day. in the summer, it's not a big deal and i let her run up the driveway barefoot.

but winter is a little different. she argues with me after i tell her she shouldn't be outside in bare feet because of the cold. she protests, claiming her feet are not bare - she has winter pony feet.

???????

she has a whole backstory to explain the concept of winter pony feet and why shoes are not necessary if you have them. it makes no sense whatsoever. i can't even convey any of it. something about a pony. and feet. in winter.

she's weird.

she lets me braid her hair

if i call it elsa hair

still angry

another obsession that doesn't seem to be fading

artistry

beware the ides of march

you might drop your phone on the floor and target.  blue screen of death.  sad face.

especially awesome when the $15/month insurance you've been paying for for 2 years expired 12 days ago.  sad face.

look who's reading chapter books...

cubby camp

Q had a cub scout camp a few weeks ago. thankfully indoors. and with cool reptiles and bugs.

liberry

Q got his very first library card. he was so excited. he took out a giant stack of books.

the things they know

caroline, admiring her treasured "frozen" book: 

"i really love how the illustrator drew elsa here."

let it go, elsa

time for spring already

he shall be called "nothing"

Q was mad at me earlier today (for not letting him snack in potato chips minutes before dinner - heavy stuff, i know.)

he stormed off to his room and started peeling the decorative letters spelling his name off the wall.

because he was moving out and changing his name. to nothing.

hallucination?

playing "i spy" in the car with caroline. the thing she spied was a walrus. there are no walruses in delaware. at least not in the total wine parking lot.

o...m...g...

caroline now has a frozen comforter for her big girl bed. so lucky.

memories

Q is very excited to get his "earbook" at the end of the school ear.

the cat in the hat knows a lot about that

new bed

= better sleeping for pickle

a musing

"mommy, the oscars are better than the olympics."

it's march

and the frozen birthday crafting has begun...

lady liberty