Happy Birthday, Grandpa

Today is Grandpa Shobe's birthday. As we were driving home from Target, Phoebe began this conversation:

Phoebe: Mommy, I’m sorry to say, but since it’s Grandpa’s birthday, no grown-ups are allowed

Me: Allowed where, Phoebe?

Phoebe: To go shopping with Grandpa for his birthday

Me: Who’s going shopping with him?

Phoebe: Me, Sydney, and Beckett

Me: So you’re going to take Grandpa shopping and buy him a present?

Phoebe: No, I’m not going to buy him anything. He can pick out whatever he wants.

Me: So you’re going to take Grandpa shopping and let him buy himself something for his birthday?

Phoebe: No, ok, he can pick out his present and me and Sydney will buy it for him. You have to give me some money, though.

Me: You have money, Phoebe.

Phoebe: I’m not going to use my money! I’m saving that for when I’m a grown up.

And while I'm at it, here are some Thanksgiving Parade pictures.

Don't Tread on Me

Phoebe has this funny thing she does--she made a snake out of one of Brett's old ties in preschool when she went to the children's farm. When she comes across this snake in her toy box, she stuffs it under Brett's pillow for him to discover when he goes to sleep. We never know when it happens until he goes to bed and indeed finds the snake. It's an unspoken game they play. I'll see if I can find a picture of said snake to include here.

The Graduate

My life whizzes past as my children grow. Phoebe graduated from preschool today. They did not do a big ceremony--which was wonderful because I don't think graduating preschool should be monumental--but they did a fabulous show and some cute songs. They put on an abridged preschool version of the Wizard of Oz. Phoebe was a witch. Before school this morning, she almost was not allowed to go because she told me "I am going to push Colleen into my chair, and I am going to stand up and be Dorothy. I can stand up whenever I want." Of course, we decided that being a witch was very important, and pushing other children is never the way to solve problems. Happily, she played her part without any complaints, and we had a great picnic outside with her class and families.


And as a preschool graduate, she has decided the direction of her life. As we drove home, Phoebe was looking at the houses that we passed and said, "I'm not going to get married when I grow up. I want to live in a house by myself. I can get a dog or a cat if I want to or some fish or chickens." I'm glad she knows she can depend on herself for happiness.

Moved

So, we moved, and I haven't done a good job of updating at all. I want to send out address cards and invite people over for dinners, etc., but apparently, I'm not doing too well there either. I will post a few pictures of the house. If you are reading this (anyone, anyone?) and are tired of waiting for a formal invitation, please feel free to come over. Our phone numbers are the same, so if you are not sure where you are going, call us. We like seeing people, we just feel bad inviting them to our mess and not preparing--if you don't mind unprepared mess, stop by :)

Here's what the place looks like, anyway:

Splashin' in the tub

I turned the water on and walked away while it warmed up. This is what I returned to about 30 seconds later. (I took the picture about a minute after he got in because I didn't think of it right away--and Phoebe insisted on getting in too.)