At 9:58 almost any morning, my girls are watching "Dragon Tales" on PBS kids. Then we play school (do a puzzle or game, color, read, sing). Heidi has hold of Addie's Christmas Leap Pad in this picture. 

My Christmas present sitting in our tiny cave of a kitchen waiting to be used. 

Look at me, still puffy from not falling asleep until 3am (thanks to teething/grumpy Heidi).

This is what I see from my living room window whenI am sitting in my rocking chair. It's part of Main Street, part of the dental office parking lot, the Gavne Insurance Agency (in the little white house) and the Sherwood old folks' high rise.

This is Main street from Addie's bedroom window. That's Fleshman Creek and the parking lot of the Livingston Enterprise Newspaper office. 

Observe the contents of Addie's play table in her room.

Livingston Weather

...and I quote:

2 degrees F

Feels like -17

UV Index:
0 Low
Dew Point:
-1°F
Humidity:
75%
Visibility:
4.0 miles
Pressure:
30.23 inches and steady
Wind:
From the East at 17 mph

Livingston Sunrise/Sunset
8:03 AM/4:52 PM

Can't..feel...my...legs...

Addie loves oranges grown at Papa Bill's Arizona orchard! 

How can I ever have a bad day when I wake up to THIS!?! 

Self-Censoring

In my quest to be a good mom I have had several tragic failings. The worst are inconsistent discipline, losing my temper, and saying bad words like damn, hell, and jerk.

And of course, in true kid fashion, Addie has picked up those words, even if she's only heard them once or twice. The other day she was in a sassy mood and we were contemplating taking her to the thrift store and leaving her there with her old clothes and toys. She was jumping on my bed and I told her to stop and turned off the light. In her most evil shreiking angry voice, she said, "Mom, you don't turn of that light while I am jumping! MOM! You are a dammit!"

I am a dammit. But wait, there's more.

The next morning, I fixed her breakfast and she said, "Thanks mom! You are a good girl. You are not a dammit."

Phew! I was so worried about going through life as a dammit.

Yes, I am trying to watch my language. I can't have her cussing out her Primary teacher, can I?

Sunday--Addie was looking forward to going to Primary with Daddy...