Well, it’s Halloween. We didn’t celebrate halloween growing up so it’s never an important holiday for me. If I want peanut butter cups I’d much rather buy my own then take one from a stranger when I know nothing of the cleanliness of their home and food handling habits. (Christopher would say my food handling habits aren’t up to the standards of the Le Cordon Blue cooking school, but I say no one has died or even contracted a food borne illness from my kitchen. Not to mention that one of us can cook rice without reading the directions and it’s not him.) I was going to dress Annabelle up as a peacock but my bubble was burst when Christopher reminded me that the pretty peacocks are male. WHATEVER, Mr. Animal Expert. I ran out of time to make her that costume (there’s always next year!) so I spent much of last night sewing an alternate costume that may or may not see the light of day. It’s raining here and we have no grandparents in the area to visit so I’m on the fence about whether we’ll take her out or not.


We went to Old Navy yesterday to return a pair of pants. Every time I enter that store something awkward happens. Last time they put me in a little dressing room and the stroller got stuck between the door and the bench. I had to kneel on the bench and pick the stroller up at the same time just to get out. This time Sesame dumped her snack all over herself and the car seat five minutes before I knocked over a shirt/vest/scarf display. They love me at Old Navy. They see me coming and immediately call the disaster recovery team. 


Every Wednesday the library on post has story time. Annabelle enjoys seeing people besides me and I enjoy a free activity that gets us out of the house so it’s a win win. The leader is nice but not exactly the brightest of light bulbs. We had just finished singing Twinkle Twinkle when she said, “I wish I knew the tune for the ABC song.” All the parents stared at her because Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and ABC have the same exact tune. Despite this hiccup, she’s very intent on preparing the children for preschool. PRESCHOOL. The oldest child in the group is barely two and half the children can’t even sit up for longer than three minutes without falling over. Let’s worry about sleeping through the night before we make sure they can recite the colors of the rainbow in the correct order. I’m not concerned about my little Einstein. She knows how to stick her tongue out so I think we’re well on our way to preschool greatness.