First you build it, then you eat it.

Saren did this last week.

Got her lip pierced, that is.

For the record, the reason I "let" her get her lip pierced is because a)it's not my lip, so it's not my choice, b)it's not so different from getting your ears pierced and people do that to babies, and c)we both researched the pros and cons. The woman at the piercing/tattoo shop asked Saren what she had to do to get me to take her there and let her get a hole punched into her lip. Because of the way she asked (the assumption in the question being that "no" was the obvious parental reaction to such a request), Saren answered that she had to beg me, even though that wasn't true. She says that if she had thought about it a bit longer she would have just said, "I just had to ask."

From the Mouth of Irina

"How do you like that? Hi-yah!" she shouts, while swinging a doll through the air. Looking at me, she explains, "I killed a bear. With my baby."

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"Mom, can I have a phone? I'm six!!!!"

Snow Play Day

We went up to the mountain today with the Life Learners. Silas seemed to like it, but I think he was a bit miffed that I woke him up from his nap to go sledding. How rude!

Now We Are Six

Or, at least one of us is!