I'll Make This Short, Since It's Tomorrow Already

Yikes!  Where did today go?  We'll try to keep this short and to the point since tomorrow (today - eek!) is the dreaded 6+ hour day of classes.

Jill popped by for a little DT action today, and The Princess was an absolute angel.  She played with puzzles, visually scanning to match the shapes...and there's a fun one with shapes that go on pegs, which she did really well with too.  Kiddo rocked the Leap Frog Fridge Phonics game on our front door...she turned the pieces to get them into the base and pushed on them to hear the song that goes with each letter.  We played for a while with the Velcro ball and mitt set - she doesn't quite get the throwing part yet, but she loves to take the ball off Jill's mitt and stick it to mine...then take it off mine and stick it to Jill's...too cute.

Jill laughed out loud when she saw how many texture bins we have.  She said that most parents pay no attention to her suggestions, choosing instead to let her do all of the activities with the kiddos without taking part themselves.  I think she's starting to understand that's not how we roll.  :)

So, The Princess's next DT session with Jill is scheduled for next week.  I'll let y'all know how that goes when the time comes.

While Jill was here, The Hubbs ventured out for a while.  He arrived home a few minutes before the session ended, bearing gifts (what a guy)!  I am the proud owner of a brand-spankin'-new DVD copy of Whip It, which I absolutely love to death.  This is one of the (very) few movies we've actually seen in the theater since The Princess was born, and roller skating holds an extremely dear place in my heart.  The movie is fantastic, and it's absolute hooey that it flopped.  Do yourselves a favor - run out to Wal Mart and buy a copy.  You.  Will.  Love it.  And maybe the DVD can develop enough of a following to convince Drew Barrymore to continue directing (or to convince the studios to let her keep directing, whatever the case may be).

Grumma's birthday was a couple of weeks ago, as you may or may not know, and her present was the promise of a dead-of-winter pedicure.  This afternoon I called her, and the conversation went a little something like this:

Me: "Hey, Ma...I think it's about 18 degrees out.  Feel like rockin' some flip flops?"
Grumma: "Hell, yeah!"
Me: "K.  Leaving in 5."
Grumma: I don't know, 'cause I hung up to run out the door...

So I picked up my mommy and drove a few minutes down the street from her place to the nail joint.  In we pranced, sporting long pants with winter coats and flip flops.

Rock.  On.

As we were melting in our pedicure chairs, we decided we really needed manicures too.  Our toes needed proper time to dry, dontchaknow...  Somehow I managed to make it all evening without damaging or chipping the polish on any one of my twenty little digits.  Impressive, right?

And now, after having watched Whip It and Fever Pitch (Drew-a-thon!) and finished my homework for tomorrow (today), I must bid y'all a good night.