chief cookie advisor

Fallon, who are you talking to?

Obama.

You’re talking to President Obama?

Uh-huh.

What are you talking to Mr. Obama about?

Cookies.

Cookies?

Yes, cookies. I need to talk to Obama now. K?

and so she returns to her very important phone conversation…with Obama…about cookies because she is Fallon Elizabeth, Chief Cookie Advisor to President Obama.

so fancy

Every day this week, and pretty much every single time she crosses the street to come to The Big Top, Fallon is all dressed up.

Dude.

She’s so fancy…

You already know.

Fancy Fallon I call her. Fancy for short.

Every day she comes to say hello all dressed up in her OOTD (outfit of the day for you who do not know), a dress, always a dress with cute shoes (honey please!) and other accessories because she is so fancy.

Fancy Fallon.

Fancy for short if she really likes you.

She really likes me.

 

 

my 100% track record

So far…yes, this.

Won’t lie, of late it has been wretchedly hard to maintain that 100% track record of mine. Thank goodness for the kind of people who do more than just offer the trite “let me know if I can help” bullshit then avoid you like the plague because that’s what happens with people in your circles when shit happens. It’s okay. I understand. I promise you that I’m not contagious.

Meanwhile, thank you Kari, Mike, Tori, Grace, Craig, Kim, Erika, Jenn and Brenda for little messages and reminders to hang in there. Thank you.

Thank you also my darling husband for just being patient and kind because more than anything that is what I need right now. Wait, I need hugs. I need lots of hugs. Thank you and thank goodness for Daniel and for Hollie sending Hazel and Fallon with hugs. Yeah, I know Hazel might be using these opportunities to get out of homework because 1st grade life is hard and Fallon is absolutely using the opportunity to get out of naps but those are mighty fine hugs and something to look forward to the next day, tomorrow, because yeah today is almost done.

when robots come knocking on your front door

There was a loud knock on the door of The Big Top this afternoon. I peeked through the peephole and I saw a box…a large box. But I didn’t order anything that would come in such a big box…

I opened the door anyway and found a robot!

A blue-eyed robot!

And where there is one little robot, there is sure to be another one showing up.

See.

Hugh Jackman once said that he would love to have a robot at home. Dude, I’ve got two…blue-eyed robots!

and how I know she’s her mother’s daughter

You know, other than the fact that I was there the day that she was born and cut the cord that attached her to her mother; or the fact that she looks like her mother and my other daughters, as does her sister because ginger genes rule…

I‘m Harriet the Spy, Mima.

Really?

Yeah.

Who are you spying on?

Fallon.

As sisters do to sisters because they are your sisters. Extra bonus points if they are your younger sisters and you catch them doing something you believe to be wrong.

These two facts indeed confirm that she is definitely her mother’s daughter which is good because I was beginning to wonder when she declared that Full House is dumb.