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Good, old fashioned, gay bacon.

It was a long day today.  Though I don’t think it would have seemed nearly so if I’d gotten more than two hours sleep.  😉  But between hubby staying up late streaming video, the girl waking during the night, and the dogs getting me up bright and early… well…  it was one of those twenty minutes here, thirty minutes there nights.  And they don’t count for much.

Over all today was a good day though.  We didn’t win any more points, but I’m cool with that.  It’s nice to share the wins.  If the same dog(s) always win it can take the fun and sport of it out of the weekend.  More points is always nice, but not having anyone get discouraged is nicer.

After the show we tried to hit the laundromat…  but there weren’t any washers available.  I figured it would be busy, but didn’t expect a complete lack of free machines.  So we’ll make due until we can try again – probably on Tuesday in the late afternoon.

The kid and I played all evening.  And it was one of those imagination games where Mommy doesn’t actually have to get up and do too much to be completely involved.  Considering I’d been too exhausted to attend the volunteer appreciation supper the Avenue Community Center put on (that I was sooo looking forward to) there was no way I was getting involved in any active play.  I rather liked the game we came up with, as I could play it while laying in bed, half sitting up with a pile of pillows under my back.  LOL

The girl was a secret agent – Agent Omega was the name she chose – and I was her superior.  I ended up with the moniker Purple Bunny.  She’d come to me for missions, and I’d send her on hunts for clues, notes, bad guys, and to rescue Agent Stinky Daddy Pants who had gotten himself into trouble and needed an injection of “pure awesomeness” in order to resume his agent duties.  As Purple Bunny I did my absolute WORST British accent.  Back from my acting days, I’ve still got several accents I can pull out of my pocket whenever needed, but this was a new one…  purposefully awful, it kept the girl giggling.  It really was a lot of fun.

To top off our evening, we enjoyed a bit of good, old fashioned, gay bacon:

Mmmm…. yummy gay goodness

Nothing like a sour yet sweet, gay treat.  🙂

Night everyone!  And may all your dreams be filled with bunnies, secret agents, Chihuahuas, and bacon (of the most gay variety).

On our way…

Just playing around on our walk home from the wee girlie’s school.  As you can see, she went to school dressed up like a fairy (tinkerbell to be precise).  She loves picking out her own clothes, and if the worst that ever happens is she occasionally goes to school dressed as a fairy, a princess, or a pirate, well…  in my mind, that’s just fine.  😉

On our way...

 

As parents it is important for us to guide our children, but we have to be careful that in our guiding that we don’t take over.  Having choices to make for themselves helps build their sense of self, and can help to build their confidence and slowly prepare them for the larger decisions that will come their way in the future.  We need to allow our little ones to have fun, and to look a little silly (from a grown-ups prospective), and to support the choice they’ve made in doing so.

Lily-Ann felt great about herself in her costume, and had a real sense of pride over having made her clothing choice herself.  I love watching her check the temperature each morning and then going through her closet to decide what would be best.  Occasionally she needs a little nudge from me towards something more weather appropriate, but generally she does really great.  😀

Hiding

Sooo…  to avoid boredom breakdowns in the car, we often use our imaginations to play little games.  Lately, the wee girlie has been having us be a bird family.  With her the baby bird, Damon as daddy bird, and me…  yep…  as mommy bird.  So that part isn’t so imaginative.  😉  The cutest part is that she wraps herself up in a blanket and calls it her nest.  Today though, the baby bird didn’t just sit in it’s nest – it decided to become a part of the nest.  So here’s our little baby bird, or, here isn’t our little baby bird.  😀

baby bird (little girl) in her nest (blanket).

"you can't see me!"

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