In my opinion . . .

This is ridiculous.

Too soon

This is where Joshua would be in his growth progress if we had not lost him too soon. I think I'll keep the calculator up as a reminder of where he would have been if he'd stayed with us. In reality though, he is fully complete in Heaven.

I never would have guessed . . .

Your Inner European is Swedish!

Relaxed and peaceful. You like to kick back and enjoy life.

Who's Your Inner European?

Okay, so I go back to make sure this is right and I can't remember which answers I changed, and here's what I get:

Your Inner European is French!

Smart and sophisticated. You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.

Who's Your Inner European?

Yikes!

A funny (slightly off-color) bed time story

When we put Caroline to bed at night, we let her "read" a couple of books to us and then either Jeff or I read two books to her. The other night she was "reading" a book to us called "Sweet Dream Stories"; a compilation of short stories featuring animal characters. As she was flipping through, she got to a story about "Rumpus" a bear who is very curious and as a result gets into everything. Page 82 looks like this:

When Caroline saw this page, she looked up at Jeff and me with a puzzled look on her face and said, "He poo poo?" (See top picture). I was laughing so hard and trying to mask it, so I couldn't talk. Jeff said, "No, Caroline, he is not going poo poo." So she replied, "Oh, he tee tee?" More laughter out of both Jeff and me this time. She said both of these things as if there would be no shame in it if that was what was going on in that picture. I guess that gives you a perspective on the mind of a two year old whose bodily functions have never been a private concern.

Two Caroline-isms

1. Caroline has picked up the phrase "leave me alone" somewhere recently, but in Caroline-speak it is translated "leave my alone." I'm not sure where she heard it, but when she is frustrated or doesn't want to go somewhere, the latest response is: "no, leave my alone." Kind of funny, but of course we can't laugh. I just tell her, "Caroline, that is not nice to tell mama to leave you alone." I'm sure this is just one of many undesirable saying that we'll have to deal with, but for some reason she seems especially attached to this one. Every once in a while she'll say "stupid" (and honestly she hasn't said that in a few weeks), and all we have to tell her is that that is not a nice word and she can say "silly" instead and she stops saying it. This one is different, so I think we have many days of "leave my alone" ahead of us.

2. She also has many very sweet things that she likes to say - I don't want to dwell on the toddler defiance too much! She is so good about wanting everyone to participate in whatever activity is going on. If I tell her that we are going for a walk or going for a ride in the car, she always says, "Papa coming too?" Or if we offer her a treat or ask if she wants to go get yogurt, she says, "You want treat too?" As she says it, she cocks her head to the side and smiles really big. No matter what she asks you want to say "yes!" just because of the sweet way she asks.

A Study in Irony

Very interesting comparison of two hot topics receiving strikingly disparate treatment in the media . . .
http://theanchoressonline.com/2007/11/01/iraq-war-global-warming-a-study-in-irony/trackback/

Trick or Treat!

We took Caroline trick-or-treating last night at my Dad's. She had a great time. It was so funny how surprised she seemed at each house we went to that they were giving her "more candy!" She would run away from every house saying, "I got more candy!" as if in disbelief at what was going on. Jeff and I had fun watching her excitement. Here are a few pictures:







Last week we took her trick-or-treating on Sorority Row at LSU. All of the sororities hand out candy the Wednesday before Halloween. She had a great time there too. She loves the girls at the Kappa house and they always endear themselves to her with sweets, and last Wednesday was no exception. Here are pics from that night: