Tires and a car getting fixed. And getting built.

(This was sent in via email from home, where she and her Aunt Manda are decorating her room all Christmas-like.)

One time there was one car that was getting fixed and built. Then, one time the car got broke and was not workng any more. And then, a person did the stuff overe and over again that built it.

The end.

Me (Anna Marie) and Aunt Manda and Aunt Naw and Dad on a trip

Story #1

One day me (Anna Marie) and my mom and dad and Aunt Manda and Gramma and Aunt Naw went on a trip. It was a very good trip. But then there was a swimming pool that was ginormous and that was really deep and that I couldn't swim in. That's what.

Story #2

Aunt Manda and Me

Anna Marie loves Aunt Manda.

The End.

That was a long story, wasn't it?

My day with my mom

Me and my mom went to the movies to go see Flushed Away.

There was slugs and rats.

There was a big mouse and frogs. The frogs were trying to get a cable.

That movie was silly.

My favorite part was when the slugs came out and said, "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

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Halloween cookies

Aunt Manda came over today and then we made cookies.

And then we sprinkled them.

And then we icinged them.

And then we ate them.

That's all.

Potato Pie!

Potato Pie on Vimeo

Obviously, the next Carole Kane. Or James Taylor. Or something like that.

It's a song all about potato pie. She's oddly enamored of potatoes of late.

My little bibliophile

This is what greeted me when I walked into my bedroom last night.

I've seen some strange things happen when I let her watch TV in there. Once, I saw EVERY.SINGLE.HANGER. that wasn't attached to an article of clothing hanging from the rails of my canopy bed in some sort of art installation.

She said it was a sleep machine, and that I couldn't take it down, no matter what.

Unfortunately, I had to take it down, because otherwise, I DEFINITELY wouldn't have been able to sleep. Those things stretched form the top of the rails to the mattress.

Back to last night. I had let her watch Sprout in my room, partly because it settles her down before bedtime and partly because Jason and I were watching Gory Crime Dramas in the livingroom. I didn't want her to see the gore.

(On another note, I think that whole Sprout-firing-Melanie thing is just dumb. What little "sproutlet" is going to see some spoof PSA she made before they were even born? And I don't like this new Leo character. Plus, I have a suspicion that he's the voice of Keiko from Oobi, and that just kind of freaks me out.)

Anyway, my mom had taken her to the library that afternoon, and she had returned with a bevy of dinosaur books. I didn't know it (I guess I was too engrossed in the Gory Crime Dramas) but she had taken them into my room and made herself a comfortable place out of our four pillows.

I can't say that I blame her. We had one of the windows open because it was such a nice night out, and my bed is pretty darn comfy. That little enclosure she had is EXACTLY like something I'd have done at her age. Except that we weren't allowed to lay on our parents bed, on pain of death. PAIN OF DEATH, PEOPLE.

She can't read, but she was doing a pretty good job of making up the story from the pictures. It was great. She's got such a great imagination.



After she picked out the book to be read to her for real, I lay down beside her and read it to her. The crickets were chirping in the background, a breeze was blowing, and we could hear the occasional glass-packed muffler making its way down Main Street.

I had a wee bit of trouble getting her out of that relaxed position and into the bathroom for potty/tooth brushing time, but I was glad we'd done a special version of story time beforehand.

Life is good.

Anna Marie at the wedding

One night, Savannah was with me at the wedding, and she was the flower girl. And then, we played outside the wedding, and then we came back inside with the magnifying glass. No, no, the magnifying glass was still outside, lost.

That's all.

(Mom's note: Savannah is my cousing Perry's daughter, who is six. She was flower girl at her big brother Jesse's wedding on Friday night.)

The Silly Ninja

My first video post, in which Anna Marie tells the story of the Silly Ninja. Shot with my new camera phone.



The Silly Ninja on Vimeo

Anna Marie has a blog now.

The other day, we were talking about a picture I took and posted to my blog.

Anna Marie asked what a blog was, and I told her it was a website people can go to where I post things about my life.

She decided she wanted one.

I've put her off for a few days, but yesterday she asked me if I could work on her blog from my computer at work (she was staying in my office while Jason went to help mom with a flat tire.)

I caved, and Anna Marie's World was born.

She wrote her first blog entry last Saturday while we sat in the SWM Subway waiting for mom and Jason to shop. I'll find the notebook and post her first entry later.