Just Heather

It’s gonna be so fun at my water party. We’re gonna have a canon that can shoot out water. Well, you won’t believe how fun that is gonna be. And don’t forget there’s gonna be a castle! And also 200 water balloons. It’s gonna be so so so so so so so so (two more, she says) so so (one more) so fun!! You won’t believe how fun the water balloons will be. And don’t forget there’s gonna be water guns and we’re gonna play water freeze. And whoever gets squirted wif (she has a lisp sometimes from her missing front teeth) the water in the guns has to freeze and if they get squirted again they get un-freezed. That’s how you play water freeze. And we’re also gonna play balloon tag and who gets tagged with the balloon the person is gonna have 5 bags of 16 balloons. And whoever gets the most balloons is it. OK? And then they keep doing and doing it until their balloons are all gone. And don’t forget—call me if you can come.

The End.

Oh, I mean, there’s also gonna be lots more stuff.

Now The End.

My dentist appointment was pretty good starting, but this was the really, really, really, really, really hard part. They had to take out my teeth. One tooth, actually two teeth, while I was awake. That really hurted, actually. That really, really, really, really, really, really hurted. It was hurting so bad that it almost made me jump out of the chair. They didn’t have me strapped all the way so I could jump out of the chair. And I screamed and I went to you guys. But I really—actually i didn’t go to anyone. They caught me. They caught me right away cuz I was—you know. I really hurted though. So I couldn’t get out. They strapped me all the way in and I couldn’t get out. And they put this blood pressure thing on me because—and then it went “pssshhhht.” It squished me so hard. It squished. I was so hurt. It was on me until I woke up. It was so bleeding. My teeth, they were bleeding so bad. And that’s really the truth. Well, that’s almost the end. And then they let me go to my Mommy and Daddy. The End.

My daughter is 19 months old. It has come to my attention that this is not a child who should ever wear a nightgown to bed. Yes, they look adorable but there’s a problem— they have no bottoms!

This morning my older daughter opened the door to the baby’s room when she heard her knocking and screamed “Naked Baby!” This, of course, has me up and running as the baby is definitely not yet potty-trained.

And there she stood—naked—with her wet diaper on the floor beside her.

My sister is greater than fruit, yeah, fruit. And she’s even better than my strawberries I made. (there’s gonna be more, I just have to think- it’s not the end, no) It’s better than anything in the world, except my family. (give me a few minutes…)My sister is greater than my blog! And even greater than pictures on anything in the world. And greater than my best, best, best, best, best, best, best, best (one more best) bestest friends. And even better than calling Zach and Megan [said best, best friends]. And even better than my mom’s silly old red-haired doll [aka Raggedy Ann]. And even better than listening to my radio—oh, it’s real better—yeah! And even better how old I am; which I’m now six and a half. And even better than Dad’s silly old dumb stuff. And my sister is even better than raspberry pie. But really I’ve never tasted raspberry pie. And even better than Mom’s dumb Pampered Chef stuff. And even better than Daddy’s stupid old comics. And also better than his dumb old guitars. And Daddy is now going to play them. That is not very fun—that is horrible. My sister is also better than my dumb stuff. My sister is also greater than candy—well, not candy—kinda candy. Not the end yet. Also better than my dumb computer. The end.