FORTY-NINE

This is how we found her when we checked on her before bed. 

2014 week forty-nine

Vera vs. Yzma for The Box. Also, when you show V a photo of herself she looks so happy and shouts, "You! You! Yep! You!" to which I always reply,  "Yep that's You!" I wonder when she'll realize her names are not Veronica and You.

She is so happy she fits in this box!

She is so happy she fits in this box!

We do not like to share this box. Or at least, Yzma doesn't like the share this box.

Decorating Sugar Cookies to end my week of "First Week of Christmas Celebrations" Celebrations included listening to music, watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Reading our Advent Scriptures, Putting up our Christmas Tree AND Christmas Decorations, pulling out the baby nativity, and watching Christmas in Connecticut...twice.

PeriodicallyV will come up to me and ask, "Candy?" Before I have a chance to reply she'll say, "No...." And then repeat this interaction 10 more times.

I showed V a photo of Clint Eastwood (we have this book with a giant photo of his face on the cover) and I asked her, "Who is that?" At first she said "Jesus," but then decided it was "Grandpa." Whenever she passes that book now she says, "Grandpa! Bye Grandpa."

I started to take a ballet class with my childcare money. I love it, let me just say. They started me in the beginning class, but quickly moved me up to the more challenging one. Because I took it for so many years, little things come back about technique that the girls in the class haven't learned yet, and sometimes I feel bad when we have to practice a foot movement for 10 minutes because mine was the best. But not that bad, because my foot movement was the best. :D

This last week as we were standing in line waiting for class to start the girls got brave and asked if I had been taking ballet long, if I was new, if I was going to keep coming. I told them, "Yeah. I took ballet in middle school and high school and a little in college." They all did a double-take and this tiny little Indian girl said, "What!? HOW OLD ARE YOU?" Curious to see how I look to prepubescents I asked how old they thought I was. The average age they gave was 16. 16! They couldn't believe that I had a husband, a toddler, and I was 25. But I thought 16 was crazy. Is this what they think a 16 year old looks like?! I suppose my smaller-than-average post-nursing boobs, and hormonal acne doesn't help to paint the picture of a grown woman, but really. Kids, I have bad news for you. 16 does not look this good. Sorry. It looks much weirder, and strangely proportioned, and way more insecure. Also, no 16 year old has these kind of foot movements. ;)