Celebrate the New Year.
And by celebrate, I mean, enjoy wearing the hat that you made in preschool.
Your mom will, out of necessity, make a duplicate for your little sister, whose cranium size actually surpasses your own. What sort of mad mischief will she create with all of those brains? When asked to smile for a photograph, begin posing and vamping without a moment's hesitation. Does Barbizon still exist?
Happy two-thousand and "these goes to eleven."
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I can't believe all the similarities between Aggie and her birthday-sharer Toot. Aggie also does not understand the appeal of snow and demanded to be carried in every time we tried to play with her in it. She also has a new tiny stroller (the exact same one, I think) and pushes her beloved Elmo (sigh) around in it constantly. She also gave up her pacifier... no, wait, she didn't. In fact, she said something to me recently about calling 911 if I even tried to take it. So we're still working on that...