Yesterday Vaughn pointed out a Princess balloon while shopping. "Uh-oh" I thought.
The checkout lady at the store made a rude comment to me about Vaughn's behavior while checking out. I held my tongue and instead of me commenting on her small mindedness and the fact that she was judging my parenting skills on the 2 minutes of seeing Vaughn and telling her how sad I thought it was for her spending her Golden Years being a checker at a big-box store, I simply told her that I didn't appreciate her comment. It pissed me off and I'm upset that I let some mean old lady get to me.
Vance and I checked on the baby birds and we now have fuzz balls with big yellow beaks. So cute. Funny to think that even in our tiny back yard, we have 4 birds nests.
After Vaughn's nap she requested that I get down the crown that she wore on her 1st birthday. I put in on her head and she said, "Hi! I'm Princess!" twice. This is a whole new can of worms.
Last night before bed I had rice milk in my cereal and today I've woken up with heel pain. Pins and needles when I walk, people. I don't think the two are related, but you just never know.
It was a full moon last night and boy, did it feel like one.
(If anyone knows something about heels, I'd love to know what's going on with my feet.)