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I have no words.

My Buttons Are Bursting

Yes, my buttons are indeed bursting, but from pride, not from that pint of ice cream I just ate.  I swear.  My baby is on television!  Sort of.  Her dance studio filmed a commercial and begged Anemone to be in it, but we were up at the farm doing Very Important Stuff so it didn’t work out.  The studio just couldn’t bear for Anemone not to be in the commercial so they used her picture instead.

Of course, they used my least favorite picture of her - her smile frightens me - but she is just so proud of it.  She is built like me, which means she is freakishly strong with little natural flexibility.  She has to work very hard to do things like this, and it hurts.  (I’m guessing that’s why she’s wearing the “I’m going to EAT YOU UP!” smile.)

Anyway.  That’s my baby.  Sometimes I really wish we had cable.

Sunday Smatterings

• Hamster Sue is no longer small and cute - she’s the biggest hamster I’ve ever seen.  She needs a bigger cage.
• I can’t bear shopping at the commissary on payday weekend, so we’ve been having some interesting meals.  For dinner last night we had homemade hash browns and a long forgotten link of kielbasa I found at the back of the freezer.  This morning I made spelt crackers (topped with peanut butter and honey) for breakfast.  I made rosemary polenta for lunch, and I haven’t decided what we’ll have dinner.  Maybe oatmeal with apples.  Or maybe McDonald’s.  Who can say?
• The Man and I have hit two milestones lately.  The first is that we’ve reached the halfway point through this deployment!  Huzzah!  The second is the 17th anniversary of the day I started telling other boys, “I’m sorry, but I have plans that night,” without having to think about it first.  Oh, my goodness, we were nerds. 

• The dress code for The Goobs’ piano recital is killing me.  I’ve spent $400 on fancy clothes that we’ll wear only once, and I haven’t even bought shoes yet.
• Speaking of fancy clothes we’ll wear only once, Anemone brought home pictures of the five expensive outfits she’ll be wearing in her dance recital. 

• The kitchen fairy visited my house last night while I slept.  I thanked The Goobs profusely, but they only said, “We’re not the kitchen fairy, Mom.  You must have been a good girl yesterday.”  I am so tempted to go buy them something.
• I keep finding pictures other people took of my Goobs on the internet.  Here is one of JellyMan I found on somebody’s myspace page:

• I didn’t feel like dissecting a frog yesterday, so I have to do it today.  That’s too bad, because I still don’t feel like dissecting a frog.

Snow, Baby

Our Anemone was a beautiful snowflake for the annual holiday community concert.  She was one of four little girls picked to dance with the actual dance company dancers, so it was a pretty big deal for her.  Here she is warming up before heading to the concert hall.  (She doesn't like me to photograph her while she is working, so please excuse the grouchy expressions.)

Yes, we have a barre in our living room.

Doesn't everyone?

Ouch, baby.  Very ouch.

Anemone was also a Hannah Montana clone for a jazz number, but she doesn't want to talk about it.  She won't even let me post a picture of her in her costume because it is beneath her dignity. 

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