Too Many Books

Kenzie is one of Stella's daycare playmates and NOT our dog. Stella's been bitten a few times at daycare, always on the arm between her elbow and wrist. However, this was the first time she was able to tattle on the kid with the over-active choppers. Kenzie bited. Bad. NO biting, Kenzie. Kenzie bited Yell-ya. Kenzie hurted. My poor Stella! It just about broke my heart. She talked about it all weekend. I will punch that little 'Kenzie. I will encourage retaliation. I felt so bad for Stella that I took her shopping for fall clothes and got us McDonalds which we secretly ate in the car because it was like 5:15 on Sunday (yesterday) afternoon and Daddy was making us chili for dinner. So, yeah.   If our dog Carson ever bit Stella, it would be on like Gangbusters. I'm not entirely sure which one of them moves faster, but they are super cute even in blurryspice photos. 

Carley turned seven in late August. Sheesh. They grow up way too fast, don't they? My sister got her a Caboodle for her birthday -- talk about a blast from the past. I didn't even know that they were still available to buy. But, it makes sense, because they are awesome. *Side note* My grandma used to call my Cabooodle a "Skeedoodle," as she always forgot what it was actually called. Hilarity. Obvi, a little make-up session took place and Carley did my face (photo not available) and then I returned the favor. Carley was so cute when I started giving her the smoky eye. She's all, "My mommy doesn't let me put the eye shadow on the bottom lash line! I'd better go ask her if this is okay." I tried to explain that I was giving her a "rock star night time look" and that on NO occasion would she ever wear this amount of make-up in her second grade classroom. Clearly. Or any make-up at all. Because she's SEVEN. I love her look!