Boss of everything


This post started out being "All The Ways Hannah Controls My Life," but I'd hate to sound so negative even if it is completely accurate.

So here are some lovely flowers to start us off, courtesy of my longest-running, South Dakota-livin' friend. Proof that young friendships are to be taken seriously and sometimes they really were meant to be:




 There is a story behind this picture and an explanation for that little rat's attitude. No, actually, there is no explanation for that, but here is the story anyway.


We spent the morning putting together a family picture outfit. We would have to take the picture immediately after school when the lighting was just right, so I wanted it all ready before they got home. Hannah helped me choose clothes and we had a long talk about how there wouldn't be time to curl her hair. 

I have nothing to say for myself, except that in the real family picture, she is wearing a completely different outfit and has her hair curled. So I'll let you guess how the afternoon went.


THEN, we had to make pie for Thanksgiving. She has never forgiven me for burning the cherry pie a few years ago, so she 'helped' this time. Translate: Mom, we are going to write a message on the pie and it will be whatever I tell you it will be. 


The next day, before we even had dinner, an uncle (and there are many so you can just pick your favorite one) snuck into the pie stash and ATE TWO PIECES. BEFORE DINNER. For the love of all that is good, folks, don't eat a 5 year old's cherry pie that includes a message. Or you'll be a cherry. 

THEN, we started putting up the tree and she decided it was taking too long. So she hung the lights herself. I don't think she noticed that the lights were in a totally different position when she got home from school. 


There are more stories. I just can't bring myself to write them all. We love her to pieces, but man. That kid wears me out. 

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Mari said…
We have two peas in a pod. Hannah and Jacob. Glad to know I am not the only one worn out by a child.
December 21, 2012 at 7:27 AM
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