I can not believe this tiny little baby who was so bald and calm and snuggly is about to be four years old. We are about to have a four year old. One with long real kid legs, longish semi-curly hair, one who likes to sing Kings of Leon and Dixie Chicks and Taylor Swift at the very top of her lungs, loves to be the mama, one who always wants to play with her sister, one who would eat biscuits at every meal if I'd let her, one who would wear tights everyday if I'd let her (I usually do), one who is so smart she scares us sometimes, one with a memory like an elephant, one who loves to read and read and read, one who moves me to tears with her prayers, one who gets her feelings hurt like her mama, one who loves her daddy so much I get jealous, one who likes pink, one who can sing whole songs in Spanish, one who loves to get her finger nails painted, one who loves ketchup on her eggs, one who will still snuggle with me when she's tired, one who can do a great Grover impression, one who loves boots, one who loves to dance, one who wants to be a mommy or Michael Jackson when she gets big, one who can drive me up the wall like no one ever has ever in my life, one that can say things that melt me in an instant.
She is more to me than I can ever ever put into words. She's the realest, purest most beautiful thing I know. She's Boogy.





This is what happened to me earlier in the evening. I completely slammed my thumb in my car trunk as in the trunk totally shut and I couldn't get it out. Lennon was beside me and Lucie was still in the car and I had to scream at the top of my lungs for 10 minutes until my neighbor finally came over and was able to get into my car and pop the trunk. It was HORRIBLE. I went the next morning to get an x ray after I didn't sleep at all the night before. I have a tiny little hairline fracture. Fun times :).
I was SO freaking proud of my office this week. In just one week we collected over 500 lbs of food/clothing/other household items for our co-workers in Florida. I really hope everything we collected will get to the people that need it most. 



The girls on our typical Saturday mornings. Eating eggs and ketchup (gag) and biscuits. Don't you wear ballet dresses and mermaid dresses to breakfast?
Our neighbors came over last night. For the first time ever Lennon didn't act like a freakazoid, hanging on my leg or grunting instead of talking. She actually bossed everyone around. They played dress up and fashion show and house for a few hours. SO FREAKING CUTE!!!
Last week Andy and I hung out at the Texan and watched the Cowboy's game with some of my clients that were in town. They had a "Butt Sketch Artist" and I got - ah hem ... my butt sketched. I kept thinking that someday my grandchildren are going to see this and think "oh Lord that's Grandma Candy's butt"!
We had SOO much fun!
This is my friend/client Katie...needless to say we had a good time :).
What's this you might ask? A Christmas tree outside? Yes, yes it is!
Lucie was bored.
Lennon was being really whiney
MOOMMMM...I'm bored!
So I came up with a plan. Let's string some popcorn ...







Shawn loved on his Meggie
These two loved the site of their legacy all together

These two freaked out about this:

Then gets off her leash and finds a mysterious mass of hair and starts running...
And running ...
And running...
Until Aunt Laura, who is much more accustom to country life, stops her and discovers her big catch. A dead rat. Nice Freida.
What table manners Lucie has. I knew something was off when I signed her up for etiquette classes and the teacher wanted to be paid in milk bones.
This is why I love the farm so much.
Oh and I ran the Turkey Trot again this year. I did MUCH better this time and actually sprinted the last mile! 
And got a makeover.
This plus...
This plus...
This plus...
Equals ...
Two SUPER cute gingerbread houses
