Tragedy strikes the Keen family

So, Sunday we went for a walk. To our great joy, our new family member, Little Red arrived. We took her out of the mail room. She was packed prettily in a box, we couldn't be more thrilled. I handed her to Maggie, and she hugged her and squeezed her. I thought about taking her back after that, but seeing how tightly Maggie was holding her, I thought that it was best she stay put. So we walked around the neighborhood pushing Maggie in the stroller. We arrived at our friends house and engaged in conversation when Jeremy says, "Hey Sam. Did you take that toy away from Maggie, or did she lose it?" I wish I could say it was the former, but it was unfortunately the latter. So I took off running to locate Little Red. She was no where to be found, and I was devestated. A sad day for the Keen family. No sooner did our little bundle arrive, then she was tragically taken from us. The worst thing about it was that she was lovingly handmade by a friend at church, and I couldn't bear to tell her what had happened for fear she would think us unworthy of a new Itty Bitty. The next day, I get an email from Red's creator, asking me to leave feedback on her sale site, and a P.S. that says I know who has your Itty Bitty Oddity. Its a good think that everyone knows everyone in our subdivision, Hometown. I was sure some darn little kid stumbled upon Red, and seeing how cute she is, kidnapped her forever. But she is found, and will soon return home where she belongs. Luckily, as we were walking, a lady was coming out of her house and found Little Red on the ground. She recognized the creation as something her friend makes, and upon seeing her tag confirmed this. It made my day to know that she will be coming home. Funny how the little things can make or break you.

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Maggie's first swear word

So, I was in the bustle of spring cleaning. I was re-organizing, and cleaning the daughter's bedroom. Everything was looking fine and going well. Then I decide its time to rifle through bins of clothing, and thus begin to pull a rubbermaid bin down from the shelf. In doing so, deluxe scrabble and a large set of dominoes tumbles onto my face. In the heat of the moment, I let a word slip, that I must be saying a little to often lately. I slip and say "shit." Then what do my wondering ears hear? I hear my little daughter rattle off that same word. So I bend down to her level and tell her that mommy said a bad word, and we won't say that word anymore. Thinking its over and done with I continue in my work. Still I hear Maggie wandering around repeating said word over and over and over again. Because I ignored her, the behavior stopped. Until today, when I forgot something on the way to work and had to turn around. I yelled crap. And Maggie said, "SHIT." Its a very difficult feat to reprimand your little one while laughing. Something I have yet to master. What a little mockingbird.



Here is a picture of Maggie the copycat trying to put my shoes on. Its what she does when she's not trying to use my tooth brush, wash her face like me, wear my clothes, or put on my jewelry. She's always trying to do whatever I do. Just goes to show that I better watch myself.