Skirts

Today I want to remember that Mimi told me this morning that Cocoa Puffs wants to sell all of her pants and only wear skirts. So, to give her her hearts desires I have spent the afternoon looking for skirts for little girls on the internet and thinking of where we may be able to find some when we take Trix back to school shopping next weekend.

Every Time...

Trix and Cocoa Puffs can't be around the most sedate fireworks without being injured in some way. Last year Trix got hit on the thumb by a sparkler spark and wants nothing to do with fireworks now. This year, Cocoa Puffs accidentally spilled a bag of poppers and it sounded like a machine gun and then she touched a finger to one of the lighter sticks fireworks stands give you and she screamed like her whole body had touched it, instead of the one little area on her finger that actually made contact with it. I wonder if next year will be Kix's turn to have a war wound or will we escape the next 4th all in one piece? These kids are unlucky with the most preschool friendly version of fireworks and still get hurt, when stupidly Mimi and I used to hold roman candles in our hands as they shot upwards. Of course, we also delighted in bottle rocket wars and firecrackers strategically placed in cow manure.