Gemma

I was making Gemma's bed after washing her sheets so she could take a nap. Gemma saw what I was doing and became concerned.

Gemma: mama! You no do that! No! I not want to sleep! I not hungry!

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Hair

William! What happened to your hair?

Oh. Yeah. Well. I slept with the Santa hat on last night.

It's cold

We were getting everyone ready to get out the door yesterday for school. As usual, it was later than I was hoping it would be. The big kids were ready, so I sent them out to the car to get buckled (we missed the bus, I usually don't drive them). When the door opened, Gemma stiffened and gasped as the blast of chilly garage air hit her.

"Brr!" She said.

A split second later, "I need hat."

She then turned to the box where we store the hats, gloves and other outdoor accessories. She dug around as I got my shoes on and organized her backpack.

"There! Just right!" She said as she plopped the striped cotton sun hat.

And then I took her to school.

Chat with Gemma

Here is Gemma chatting away about trick-o-treating. She cracks me up!

Buttween

AMELIA: mom! Ask me to spell a hard word!
Mom: uuuuuhhhh... Between....
AMELIA: works quickly, tongue hanging out of her mouth....

I'm done!
Look! It spells between!

Good morning

Gemma's morning hair is ALWAYS good for a little entertainment.

Gemma helps

For some reason, I had this rosy idea that it would be a heartwarming memory to roll out cinnamon roll dough with Gemma. We could listen to music, chat and I would help her roll. We would laugh and have a great time. I knew it would be a little messy, but sometimes making memories is messy!

I was not expecting the level of mess.

I changed her shirt twice and ultimately ended up putting her in the tub after she pulled up her pant leg to run the flour onto her legs and between her toes. She wasn't at all interested in the dough or what I was doing. The flour was the star attraction.