From Princess to Pirate

Anna was flipping through a magazine today and was mesmerized by an ad for a new pirate cartoon tv show. She normally has been a bit scared of pirates and didn't even want to be near the pirate that read story time during my milk and bookies event. But suddenly, because of this, apparently great advertisement, she loves pirates and wants to be one.

She begged for a telescope. Then a scarf for her head. Then a parrot. Couldn't get a real parrot, so she colored about 10 pages of parrot coloring pages.


Then I told her to say, "ARRrrr Matey!" And she said. "No, I don't like saying that. That sounds scary."

"I changed my mind mom. I don't like princesses anymore. I like pirates instead. Let's have a pirate party. I love pirates!"

"ARRrrr Matey!"

Then she made telescopes and eye patches for her friends and kept them safe in a tupperware under her bed so Zack wouldn't get them. "I think I like Spiderman now too Mom. Let's get a Spiderman costume."

And on a unrelated non-pirate note, a funny Target story from today. As we were walking down an aisle, she pressed one of those dancing dogs that sings. When it started blasting out "WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!?" she took a big step back and then looked at me and shrugged and said, "I don't know" answering the dancing dog's question. Apparently she doesn't know who let the dogs out either! I've been wondering all these years. I didn't realize this was her introduction to that lovely song. A couple minutes later, I overheard her singing to herself "Who let the dogs out...woof! woof! woof! woof!" catchy tune. It made me chuckle.

**One more funny Anna story. I walked in on her sitting on a carton full of eggs (plastic ones luckily!) and I asked her what she was doing. "Just hatchin some eggs."

Daddy's Birthday!

Anna was so excited to celebrate Dave's Birthday! She even made him a birthday hat! We had a cinnamon roll breakfast birthday cake and Anna got the table all set for him. She knew her North Carolina shirt was one of Daddy's favorites, so she wore it just for him.

And it wouldn't be Dave's birthday without his favorite birthday cake. Dee-licious!

Happy Birthday Dave! We love you!

10 months

Oh sweet boy. 10 months old.

I wish I was a better blogger and would have written something down when you actually turned 10 months. It's so sad and a little depressing how quickly things just blur together.

But I did actually remember to take pictures, so give me a little credit there. And know that we adored all that you were doing at 10 months. Crawling all around and doing all sorts of other cool tricks.