Thanksgiving Book

Julia has been telling me, over the past few weeks, about the Thanksgiving book her class was working on at school.  The initial process involved kids listing things for which they are thankful, then once the class had a list of the most commonly appreciated things, they created a book.  The book was then photocopied for each individual student, and the children then got to draw a picture of what item was listed on each page.  Yesterday, Julia finally got to bring home her special book, and I absolutely loved looking at her own personal touches.

By the way, I believe that the Brbye Julia drew above is the Brbye that Madeleine gave her as a birthday gift over the weekend.  Madeleine had picked this doll out all by herself as a gift for her big sister, and so far, it seems to be Julia's favorite toy.  So much so that it's featured in her thankfulness book. 

However, at the moment, the Brbye is not feeling all that thankful herself, as she is lamenting her fate down in the deep dark cave with Madeleine:

According to Madeleine, "Mom?  She didn't get FALLED in LOVE, because a prince didn't come.  And she's down here in the magic cave ALL ALONE with NO MOM and NO DAD."

Man, oh man.  That poor brbye.

Speaking of Madeleine, she was chock full of wildly random and illogical comments today.  As she sat on the potty after we got home from school, she suddenly let out a loud shuddery sound.

ME: Are you okay, Madeleine?
MADELEINE: Yeah.  I was just scared of MYSELF.

I guess this must be the reason she was scared of herself:

MADELEINE: Mom?  My head is getting TOO big!
ME: It is?
MADELEINE: Yeah!  My head is GROWING to my skin.  'Cause my head is getting SMALLER.  Mom?  It's not getting smaller.  It's getting BIGGER!

Soon Madeleine Big-Head was ready to be wiped, but not without a quick look into the toilet first.  "Oh my God!" she exclaimed in disgust.  "That one looked like a teeny tiny little FLY!"

Then, as she stood, in the nude, touching her toes, bare bum poised up in the air for wiping, she began chanting to herself, "It's time for the ball!  Ding, ding, ding, ding!"

With Madeleine as a role model, it's kind of no wonder that the poor brbye couldn't get a prince to come down and get falled in love.