Cleo went as a lamb. I was mutton dressed as lamb. Okay, a mama sheep. Very close.
This afternoon, as I was singing her to sleep for her nap, we had this exchange:
Cleo: "Next Howlaween, I want to dress up as Dark Vader, okay?"
Me: "Um, sure, sweetie. That's fine" (pause) "Do you know someone who dressed up as Darth Vader this year?"
Cleo, breathily, impressed: "Ian!"
So, there you go. Innocent lamb one minute, wooed by the dark side (boys!) the next. Babyhood is quite definitely over.
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Hi,
There's an award for you on my blog. It's something I usually don't do, but figured why not let people I find inspiring know about it. You're one of them Anna:)
Love,
Nermine
So glad you are back blogging! I've missed your terrific vocabulary and very specific Anna-humor. I'm going to find Cleo's storybook, think of her (and you) when I decide to take a nap in the middle of the day, and write up what it is that fills my days. love, Ca-role the Canuck
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