Yesterday I bought a big bag of dog food, but left it in my backseat overnight. This morning when I got in the car, I saw that something had actually gotten inside my car (the windows were open), ripped open the bag, and spread dog food everywhere. Lovely. My car reeks of dog food now.
Emma gets really upset lately if we give anything away, or leave something of ours somewhere. The morning we left Steve's car at the mechanics was pretty tragic for her. Yesterday I didn't get the mail out in time, so I brought it to the post office. When I dropped it in the big mailbox there, she started to cry and whimper "see mail again". She has such a problem letting things go, so I knew there was going to be trouble when we dropped off the dogs for haircuts this morning. She was heartbroken as we walked out to the car afterwards. We stopped at the store and the only thing that would make her feel better was a big red pepper. I let her start eating it in the store, and she eagerly finished it when we got home. Several people stopped to comment on her eating it, but they were probably really thinking "What a weirdo that kid is!".
She is doing this cute thing lately where she'll say, "Tell you a joke, mommy." When I ask her what joke, she'll say, "Pigs say meow!" or some such other incorrect animal noise, and giggle uncontrollably at her wittiness. What a goofy kid.
Oh, and here is the pattern I used for the skirt.