Poor Emma. Being the last (surprise!) child means that while she's just experiencing the 'magic of childhood' (i.e. a belief in any sort of magical being and/or some sort of trust in human nature), she's surrounded by three very cynical older siblings. She is gonna be SO warped. She's already the most morbid child I know, but in a very silly way*. Give her another three years or so and she'll give lepetitemort a run for her money. As soon as she grows another half foot or so, we'll be getting her first pair of stripey tights. :D She's four and a half feet at the moment, so they'd be a bit too long. I'm going to laugh when she gets to be taller than Kelsey (estimated at some time within the next year)
For some reason, my feet hurt after wearing my shoes for a long time, even though I've had these shoes for months and wear them every day. And I will continue to wear the shoes, because they fit, and if I do less than about four hours of walking all at once, they are decently comfy.
I have been charged with finding an open grocery store and getting two jalepeños and an onion. Oh goodie! I suppose this means I must shower.
*An example: How she eats french fries. She'll pour a little 'lake' of ketchup, and push the fry through with her finger.
"Here comes the train, crossing the bridge... Oh no! It fell in! Everyone drowned!" *munch*