the cannon ball excuse

I haven't picked up my camera in weeks. What's wrong with me?!

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The children were playing in our unfinished basement.

Cosette came up the stairs crying.

Me: "Cosette, why are you crying?"

Cosette: "Henri hit you!" (Mixing up her pronouns, what she means is, "Henri hit me!")

Me: "Henri hit you?"

Cosette: "Yeah."

Henri comes upstairs.

Me: "Henri, Cosette says you hit her. Did you hit Cosette?"

Henri with a confused expression: "No, I didn't hit her."

Me: "Do you know why she is crying?"

Henri: "Ooohhh! I accidentally hit her with my cannon ball."

i have a blog?

I tell you...

It is been so difficult to write a post the past few months.

I think it's because I got on Facebook.

And now it's all over.

I spend too much time there, and there's no time to blog.

BUT

I am super pleased that I've reconnected with some very old friends.

It's so exciting.

I'm planning on still blogging.

Mainly as a baby book of sorts.

But for now...

I'm not very good at keeping up with it.

Pictures?

I haven't taken pictures in ages.

Unless you count the ones I've taken of our new curtains my mom made for us for Christmas.

Or the ones of the freshly painted walls that Johnny has been working on the past week.

But I don't feel like posting them now.

I've got to go fill out some public school open enrollment forms.

They're due January 15th.

And I've got to figure out what we're going to do this year for Henri's birthday. He's turning 5 soon.

Love to all who read this happy blog.