Project 52: Week 13

An unprompted kiss from her brother.

Subsequent shots have him dipping her backwards, ballroom style, followed by screams of annoyance that caused brother to dunk her off the rock face first into the tulips.

(My previous Project 52 photos are on the sick-laptop, but I think I'll just continue with the ones I have right now and hope that our data gets recovered from that laptop!)

I'm Still Here!

(and I am still pregnant)

I've been a MIA Blogger, but I haven't been an MIA Mom/Human Being, so that's good.

I've appreciated the kind comments and emails and facebook messages from my internet friends specifically about my lack of blogging.
You are right.  It isn't like me to go this long without an opinion or a photo of those two kiddos.

 Some of you were sweet enough to think I was taking an on purpose sabbatical or on a fantastic Spring Break Adventure.

I hope I can post soon about how breastfeeding is ending with EK two months before I thought it would, Dan's 30th birthday trip to the zoo, a confrontation I had in which I stood up for my choices, a virus that messed up our laptop's hard drive (again! this time, the new computer!), sewing projects that I ACTUALLY FINISHED!, the plan for prenatal care we'll do for this baby, and DWTS insane costumes and wonderful music choices this season.

But if I cannot post, its because I fell asleep at 8 PM.
Or the kids didn't do synchronized naps.
Or I napped in nap time, too.
Or my husband's in training all weekend and I am single- parenting it 18 hours a day for 13 days in a row and am feeling to grumpy to write.
Or we're outside because its the most lovely spring I can remember.
Or I'm reading the fifteenth book in a row about backhoes/polar bears/counting/trains/pooping animals.

Please do keep commenting.
I love the hellos.

So Long, Picnik. Hello, Pic Monkey!

I was more than disappointed to see that Picnik, the photo editing site I've used for a few years, is closing.  I use Picasa to do basic photo edits, but have used Picnik to get rounded corners and text and a few filters I like.

I have found a user-friendly replacement for Picnik called Picmonkey.  Yes, the name is hokey, and there are silly little messages that pop up to guide you, which is very similar to Picnik's goofiness.  Apparently, they are made by the same people.

Here's a screen shot of the photo editing I was doing recently for the Project 52*

You can see that the navigation menu is similar to Picnik, and I think its actually more intuitive.  I also find it FASTER.

The only negative aspect I notice so far is that its not synced to Picasa or Google, so I have to do an extra step occasionally when it comes to sharing the photos or organizing them.

Its a good deal, however, since its free, and I would really recommend you check it out if you do photos in your blog and you don't do fancy photo-editing software.
*I'm still 52ing it, and still doing it in the correct order. I just haven't posted them lately because I wanted to have them edited just so.  Perfection is my enemy of getting things done.  I'll do a bonanza of the week photos this soon since I am nearly caught up!

Saturday Morning at the Farm in Photos

On Saturday, we drove for an hour and a half to Dan's parents' place.
We went for a little visit, just lasting for the day.
The children saw their paternal grandmother and grandfather and their two paternal great-grandmothers, as well as two great uncles and their families.


It was a crisp, green morning and we were able to spend most of it outdoors, and the few of us who couldn't spend the entire morning outdoors peeked out the window at those of us who COULD be outdoors the entire time.

Here are photos from the first half hour we were there.

Mouth agape, watching her dad, grandpa, and brother clear some limbs that had just been cut.  I think it was the first time she had seen or heard a chainsaw. 

This isn't his first chainsaw study, but you can see he is still fascinated by watching ANY machine work. He asks us questions like, "Where's the gears in the chainsaw, mom? Does the motor connect to an axle?"

WOW.  That's a question I never anticipated!

And this photo (which I like better non-sepia) is of DHH ringing an old school bell that a great-grandfather bought at auction. His great-great Uncle Earl actually heard this bell ring, signaling him to come in from recess to study in a one - room school house in Berger, Missouri.

Both kids needed to examine a tree frog, which suddenly appeared on this ancient blade sharpening stone.

DHH was so funny saying, "Hi Froggy! How are you, Frog? I see you! Peek a you!"

Actually, I don't think Elsie actually saw the frog at all.  She did discover that the wheel turned on an axle, though.  So she got some science exposure. :)

DHH was curious about how the "Finning Stone" worked.  So Dad and Grandpa demonstrated with knife blades.

To move the stone, you pedal the bike wheels.

He was happy to help.

These photos show EK's serious, careful side.  She studied the catkin and the pollen it left on her hand so carefully, and grunted to return back when I walked over.

My little botanist. 

My MIL wanted a photo of us by this bell.  In truth, I cropped the heck out of this photo and edited with an odd filter because I thought we looked strange in the photo standing in front of a bell.  As per child protocol,  neither kid looked at the camera.

She won't be permitted to ride on this for another two years or so, but I think she would prefer to DRIVE grandpa's gator!

And my little tractor enthusiast found an old plow that he needed to explore.

"That's so cool, D! Give us a thumbs up!"

He tries and gives us ten up.

Climbing into the cab, all but begging for a ride.

His first ride in a "cab tractor pulling a harrow" - this guy knows his tractor terminology.

Her gaze never leaves her brother.

Discovering an old grain wagon.

With a steering wheel and window.

Telling his dad that turning the steering wheel moves the gears that moves the door closed.  All we can say is, "Yes, you are right, son." But he tells us five times in row to make sure, or perhaps to just emphasize his excitement.

Watching her brother have all the fun.

I wonder if she will be as disinterested as I am when it comes to farming apparatus, or if she'll enthusiastically explore the old barn and its goodies inside like her brother does. 

We go out to this farm property at least every six weeks, alternating between weeks of grandparents visiting our city and going to my parents' home.  Its so impressive to me that each time we go my children look so different in the photos and are interested in seeing new things.  It gives us the opportunity to see the same thing with fresh eyes.

Misc Monday: P*** in the Potty, Titanic, and Sepia Photo Opinion

1. 

My two year old had a successful event happen today in the bathroom that involved a lot of praise and a new Hot Wheel toy as a reward for doing it all buy himself start to finish.  I am obviously delighted that he is more and more in control of his body and his bodily functions.  Especially since there will be a third one this year to wipe up.  

Two thumbs up, buddy!

2. 

I've never been to a movie in 3D.  I get sick really easily, and we've been saving money for practical things like a larger car instead of doing fun things like going to movies.  BUT.

I am ready to go back to Titanic.

I can hardly wait.

I cannot believe how long its been since I was that girl going to Titanic five times - I couldn't drive back then! I didn't have boyfriends! I didn't even have a glimmer of interest in having kids. 

3.

Its DANCING WITH THE STARS TIME!!  I kept notes, and I'll scan them in for you, Miss Ann.  Would love to see your notes too, if you keep them!

4.

On Saturday we went to my in-laws farm for the day.  It was a beautiful morning.  As I was editing the photos tonight while watching DWTS, Dan asked if I would put some of them in sepia tone for him to print for his office.  I normally don't sepia.  It reminds me of Westerns or dusty gravel roads.

Here are the photos.  

What do you think?

 

Notes from previous comments: Pro-clothing, Anti-workbook, Growing Kids

-  First, thanks for all the positive feedback.  Its helpful.  I feel so isolated, save for the internet, in this phase of my life, and having the internets know about this new baby just boosts my own excitement.

- I am pro-clothing.  I want my children to wear clothes to eat, sleep, and play outdoors.  This is just not a clothing optional home, and if my husband actually read this blog, he'd agree (with some dismay!).  I think that not wearing clothing to dinner is rude; however, I agree that it means more messes and laundry stain remover required.

- I am anti-workbook. I am anti-non-authentic learning experiences.  However, DHH does have one Kumon workbook for pencil practice, because when I do authentic writing experiences with my kid, he always wants to use pens or markers, and I want him to learn on beginner's pencils -the jumbo kind that support proper pencil grip muscles.  This particular work book practices drawing lines from here to there, and he thinks he is very grown up to do this sort of  "schoolwork".  And so I encourage him to work on this - once a week or so, usually when I am making dinner or feeding his sister.

- About teaching Biblical roles to my kids... I am not sure how to do this through the avenue of play. I actually never thought about it.  Interesting comment, Carrie.  I hope my marriage models the Biblicial idea of one husband, one wife, working together for their whole lives for my kids.  I mean, EK isn't going to get that from Barbie.  This is pretty interesting, and I'd like my friends who have blogs and older kids and are also Christians (TIFFANY!) to chime in on this.

- Yes, my daughter is adorable.  I tell her that, quickly followed by: And so CLEVER! So thoughtful! So curious! So gentle! So enthusiastic! I don't want her to think a pretty face is all she's got going for her.

- Yes, my son is really growing.  Its amazing.  He needs his fingernails clipped twice a week and he'll occasionally nap for over three hours and have the appetite for five consecutive cups of milk.  He is in a growth SPURT.

And, thanks SO much for those of you who have been leaving comments while I haven't been commenting on your blog!  I cannot comment on all blogs these days, and I can't figure out why.  Sorry, bloggy friends.

Misjudged Pregnancy Math.

Wednesdays's OB appointment allowed me to a healthy YOLK SACK.
Not a baby.
That was kind of a bummer.

I'll save you the trouble of googling YOLK SAC ULTRAOUND.
There's a blob inside another blob.  *

I know seeing a for real baby would have made me feel more motherly and jazzed about the pregnancy.
Instead, the whole OB appointment felt more like a family reunion.

The wonderful receptionists - remembering effortlessly how to spell my unusual last name, asking if any info had changed in the last year, remarking that it couldn't possibly have been a year since that doll was still inside! (We took EK with us, DHH stayed to play with friends.)

The ultrasound takers - three of the five we saw on our way back to the ultrasound room - all chatting with us and asking about Big Brother and remarking how much his little sister resembles him.

The confident, scholarly OB, congratulating us on #3, spending no time whatsoever on formalities, picking up a conversation basically where we left it last April.

He asked what my questions were - a clue he knows me well, since I DID have a lot of questions - and told me that likely we concieved three weeks ago and thus was only 5 weeks pregnant and thus the positive pregnancy test came back pretty darn early, so its a good think I used the fancy, pricey one, or I might not have seen such early results.

I totally misjudged my pregnancy math - I thought I was closer to 7 weeks, but no... just five or so.
So likely an early November due date.

I'll be back on Wednesday the 28th, back to chat it up with my old friends at the OB office and hopefully hear my child's heart beat and get a better estimate of when the baby will arrive.


*I kept the ultrasound image for a baby book, but I don't want to scan it right now.  I feel like keeping that a little private, you know, just in case things don't turn out well, I have something tangible and all our own, not property of the internet.

Break From Current Prego Talk: What We Watched Tonight.

This posts photos are totally unrelated to the post.  The are just photos from last week highlighting my kids accomplishments - trying to drink milk from a sip cup and using a jumbo pencil.  With the heat this week, shirts were optional here - well, for the kids anyway.  And for the record, I am a pro-clothing mother, but I didn't have the energy this past week, which you can also see in the photo above.  That cabinet stayed open all day long.

Yes, that's a workbook.  Shudder.  But he likes it. Its a Kumon trace a line pre-skills book and he thinks he is the neatest kid, doing work in a workbook.  Its what I bring out for the time when he's bullying his sister and I have to cook dinner instead of referee. Its not preschool-material, I do real teaching during that time. No workbooks allowed.

So, clearly this blog's audience is women, and something I've learned about women in the last few years is that women LOVE hearing that someone else is pregnant.  They love hearing birth stories.

Well, most do.
And we love to be jealous of other people's pregnancies.
Or smug about their pregnancies, "Hrumph.  You've got to be kidding me.  ANOTHER BABY?"
Or pleased that someone else can commiserate with us.

So, sorry ladies, I know I've gotten questions about this pregnancy and I'll answer them (and you can email me some if you want to).

But for tonight, I must write about the greatness that was the movie Footloose.
The original one with Kevin Bacon (the strangest looking hot guy/villain) is fantastic.  It was one of the first movies I saw with Dan, and actually, it might be the last VHS movie I saw, too.
For our sixth month dating anniversary, I gave him the CD soundtrack, and the look on face helped me to know he was crazy about me and that he thought I was a very good gift giver. *

So I picked Footloose up at Red Box tonight when I took my kids to eat at the grocery store cafe instead of cooking them a proper dinner.  It was heaven to just let them point and not argue with me about what food they refused to eat that I'd made them. **

After an an hour in the grocery story and an hour and a half at our favorite Columbia park, I was really tired.  I took the kids out of the house from 4:30 to 7:30 so Dan could take a nap and try to boost his immune system.  He's got some kind of cold or something that I want GONE so I don't become ill and so I don't single parent all weekend.

We tucked the kids in (took longer than I thought) and by 9 PM I wondered if I should bother with the DVD.

So glad I did.
What a treat!

I love Julianne Hough from Dancing with the Stars, and I enjoy choreographed dance scenes.
I love trying to spot cameo appearances (hint: none) and pick out the subtle nods remake films do.
I loved the costume, the music, the setting, the hick accents.
I loved that they didn't change the names or the best lines - "No fightin' tonight, Willard!"
It was just great.

This was the best movie I've seen since 50/50, which is totally unlike Footloose, but also left me glad that I'd stopped to get the movie instead of just watching Dateline NBC like I'd normally do.

I got jazzed from the dance routines and got double pumped when I realized that I only have to wait three days until I can see many dance routines on the newest season of Dancing with the Stars!.  Oh, hooray!
If only Julianne was still a professional partner.
Oh well, perhaps I can convince Husby to let me use the name Julianne for this baby.***

Oh wait, I guess I did mention some prego talk here.
There you go, women readers :o)

*Side story: for the sixth month anniversary gift he gave ME, it was wrapped in a small, white jewelry box from a local jewelry store.  I freaked out. Since we both knew by that point that we were in love and knew he'd propose, I was terrified that the proposal would be cheesy - after a cheese quesadilla at La Posada and in front of some lame duck pond in Rolla?  No thanks!!!  I tried to refuse the gift, but as it turned out, the joke was on me.  It was just a pair of silver hoops to replace the one I lost on a canoe ride a few weekends before.  PHEW.  And, incidentally, this was not the last time I tried to avoid a proposal because it wasn't romantic enough to suit my expectations.  DO  you want to hear that story?  You'll despise me, I think. Let me know.

** DHH chose over-toasted ravioli, Mr. Noodles (aka mac and cheese), f-raw-bay-ies (strawberries), and cheese pizza.  EK ate everything I suggested, including mashed potatoes, baked beans, honey dew, catfish, coleslaw, mac and cheese, and watermelon.

*** I love the name Julianne, as I love Marianne and Rhianna and Elizabetta and Giselle and Mirabelle and other frilly names.  They are a no go with my husband, who thinks first names with two names in them are ridiculous.  I think that is why EK's name is Elsa and not Anneliese.

I Ate Four Tacos, and I Don't Even Like Tacos: How I Discovered I Was Pregnant.

This story happened on Monday, March 5th.

I was fixing myself the third taco and contemplating eating the one that was on DHH's plate that was untouched (I did).
I realized that my husband had not finished the third taco he'd prepared, and it surprised me.  How was it possible that I could eat more than him? Especially since I don't even *LIKE* Tacos.

I remembered how when I was pregnant the first time, I ate two Mushroom and Swiss Burgers from Backyard Burger.  As in, did the drive thru on the way home from teaching, then drove on back an hour later because I was just that hungry.

I remembered how I had fallen asleep on the couch the previous few nights around 8:30 PM, which is exactly what I did as a pregnant lady for my third pregnancy with DHH.

And I remembered how snug the pants I tried to wear for church the previous day were.

So after dinner was cleaned up and just before we went on a stroller walk before the kids' bedtime, I ran in and  peed on a stick.  Digital, of course, because I didn't want any confusion.

It said positive.
My eyes went all wide, and I tucked the test away in my makeup drawer.
I quick-called my friend Ann and spilled the news, asking her if I should tell Dan right away.  She said she'd think on it, so I didn't tell him during that family walk.

And I didn't tell him after I got her text that said she thought I should tell him, that I could use his support.
Instead, I texted my Text Friend Sara, who confided she always blurted out pregnancy news, but thought a surprise would be so cool.
And I emailed my friend Ashley, who was in her final hours of pregnancy, and she encouraged me to celebrate this baby and consider surprising my husband, too. (She gave some good advice about public miscarriages I'll share, too.)

And so for the remainder of Monday night, I just kept it the pregnancy news from Dan.
In the end, I thought he could use ONE more night free from all the thoughts that race through one's mind when you learn you are expecting.

Thoughts that were in my mind, like Will it live? Will I be okay with a loss? Will we need a new house? Will we move to a different city? What about jobs? What to name the baby? Can we handle it? Should I send DHH to preschool anyhow, just to have time alone with EK and the new baby? Will I be puke-sick tomorrow morning?


He slept peacefully all night, and I did tell him 24 hours after I found out.

Worst Secret Keeper.

Aside from my sister Rachel or my own two year old, I might be the world's worst secret keeper.
And therefore, I must spill the beans and just confess to you, my little blog and internet readers,

I am pregnant.
A little over 5 weeks.

More on all of this later, of course, but for now, I just had to blab it because I have kept this secret since MONDAY, MARCH 5, which is TEN REALLY LONG DAYS.

Isn't it laughable that I considered keeping the pregnancy a secret from my husband in an effort to give him a birthday surprise? I'd have had to wait until March 27!!!!  Which means I would have had to wait until March 28th to tell the fam and March 29 to tell you guys.

Yes, the fam, the friends I text, and my kids... they already know.
Which is a relief if you are as bad of a secret keeper as I am.

I am going to write more about it, but first things first, let's all remember about how exhausting first trimester is.  I am practically falling asleep at the keyboard as I type, and the only reason I didn't fall asleep on the couch as I had planned is because little EK was going nuts in her crib, singing and bouncing, and I had to chill her out.  All that relaxation made me tired, too!

Gendered Toys.

Before becoming a parent, I secretly vowed to not endorse gender stereotypes when raising my children.  I supposed I would buy my boy a baby doll and my girl a tool set.

As it turns out, my boy would have LOVED a baby doll stroller, but would have tossed the doll out and loaded up rocks to be moved from one side of the yard to the other.  He was fascinated by the wheels of his own stroller, and by the time he could crawl, was pushing them along and working the foot brake.  He would have been THRILLED with a toy doll stroller.

And my daughter would have probably liked taking the tools in and out of the toolbox.  But like her brother, will probably prefer the real tools her dad lets her test out in the garage instead of flimsy play-things.

Seriously, Bethany ten years ago would be disappointed that I don't have my kids defying stereotypes.
We have gendered toys in this house, and I don't mind a bit.

And its because my son genuinely likes playing with his dump trucks and scoopers and using the motor grader to smooth out a parking lot in the bean box.  He shuns the baby dolls, but adores rigging up make-shift wagons to tractors.  He links two mismatched vehicles using my hair tie.\

And my daughter LOVES LOVES baby dolls.  She prefers them to stuffed animals of similar size, color, and weight.  She sees her dolls and lets out a squeal.  She hugs them, kisses them, and pats them.  She cuddles them.  She loves them to bits.

Both kids play in the play kitchen set, but that comes honestly, since both of their parents spend time in the kitchen each day - me prepping and cooking and spot cleaning, while my husband does the heavy lifting in the kitchen - scrubbing, dishwasher emptying, and counter wiping.

I am curious to see what toys EK wants to play with as her brother starts to let her play with his toys.  He rarely permits her access to any wheeled toys, but occasionally she'll sneak some play time with a concrete truck in, and I think she enjoys this.

I am also wondering what exactly the gender roles are in my house.  I am the breastfeeder, and that's the only overtly womanly gender role I think I fall into.  I am the primary cook, but my husband is handy in the kitchen, too.  My husband's distinct role is the protector of the family.  He is in charge of all things security here.  He is also the primary income earner, but I don't really see how that could be modeled in play.

I think I will encourage my children to play with the toys that they enjoy, regardless of the message it sends to them about societal notions.  I didn't like baby dolls, but if EK does - she can have a cradle and do make believe mothering.  DHH clearly doesn't enjoy dolls, so I won't force this game on him.  I don't understand the appeal of Tinker Toys, but they are the newest obsession for my son, and if they happen to be unpopular with my daughter, I won't force the left side of her brain to stretch by making her play along with the Tinkering.

As a PS... this is sort of snobby, so read it that way if you want to.  I don't really mind you thinking I am a Toy Snob.
I am very picky about the toys I let into our home - if a well meaning relative gives an age inappropriate toy, it waits in the closet or is thrown out due to being broken upon the first week.  I try to only buy open ended toys like blocks or pretend play, and there are two toys at our house that require batteries.  I shop for toys at YoYo.com and Amazon, and cannot think of one toy that we've bought from somewhere else... except a yard sale, I guess.  And for my sake, this is awesome.  I don't have to worry about toxic toys breaking and being ingested my my crawler or be annoyed by some

Current Work.

I've been tutoring this month, twice a week, two kids.
This $400 month extra is just means to an end of having more money towards a car that we'll buy for cash later this year.

This is Jenny, one of the first kids I taught to read.  She's 8 now and lives in Seoul. 

About 2 PM on these tutor days, I start feeling dread.  It means I have to rush the kids up to meet their dad for a kid and car exchange.  Usually, this is the most difficult half hour of the day.  Everyone seems to poop during this time and no one wants to wear two shoes at the same time. I also regret that I'm not just going to the park with the rest of the family, but will be cooped up in the library for two and a half hours instead.

When I am coming home at 6 PM, I feel refreshed. I really do love teaching, and being an English as a Second Language Tutor is old hat for me.  I've done it for five years and there is very little WORK involved. It feels like I'm just playing with words and books and modifying accents and Konglish expressions.

The pupils I am teaching now are both male and female, elementary and secondary. Its a good challenge for my teacher brain.

Another perk is that I can peruse the library at my leisure. Even though I go to the library once or twice per week for children's story time with my kids, there's very little time to browse.  I come home with a canvas sack full of children's books*.

When I come home, Dan's already started dinner and/or gotten baths started.  I can tell he's been non-stop parenting during the hardest time of the day - 5 PM - by the undertone of stress in the room, but I feel a lot lighter and am able to ease into the family pace and am in a much better mood that I'd be otherwise.

These were two of my first siblings to teach, Peter and Johnny.  I think Peter is driving now.
  I always invite the families to my home for American Holidays Dinner. 

Bottom line: this is four hour tutoring gig enough for now.  I don't need to have twelve tutoring slots filled liked I did before I had kids, though that money would be awesome.  I don't want to be at the library four nights per week and on Saturday mornings.  I could be persuaded to teach another hour one of the days, or double up on students in one session, but I am happy to report I've got some good professional boundaries right now.  I'd have to be paid quite a bit more to compensate for the time away from my other job, and its one of the first times I am aware of me thinking this way.

*I've been disappointed my my choices lately for adult lit, often reading the first two chapters of a memoir and realizing I'm bored and a better writer than what I'm reading.

Biting Off More Than...

I can finish.  I can chew it, but I cannot finish whatever is put in front of me.

Everything is half done around here.
Well, nearly everything.

She's one of the reasons I am so easily distracted.  Can you blame me? This girl wants to play!

Laundry is never ending, of course, but there are always those remainder socks that wait in a basket so obnoxiously.

I've got more than five sewing projects started, and one NEARLY done, all but sewn, and I've got three more started in my head.
The spring wreath is half done, and has been for three weeks.  Its a yarn wreath, so you can guess how motivated I am to finish once I saw both children playing with the yarn, creating a spiderweb in the living room, when I forgot and left it accessible.

Potty training my son is still half done.  He's chosen which half he wants to do, and fortunately its the half that keeps my couch dry. Well, perhaps its fortunate.  This kid has been basically potty trained for a YEAR AND A FREAKING HALF but is making clear stubborn choices.

This blog feels half done.

This post has been interupted several times by a toddler who keeps getting out of bed (hour and a half past bed time!!), an internet search for "how to amend 2010 taxes", an attempt to schedule a dentist appointment online, and trying to decide if I should close five of the fifteen open windows in my internet.  I just book marked them for later in my pinterest category I have called 'Read It Later'.

I think I also am having a hard time finishing thoughts as they come out of my mouth.  Conversations are difficult for me.

I am wondering a teensy bit if I need to simplify or get a prescription for Adderall.

Oh, and of course I am concerned that this guy is picking up my distractibility .
 Or wait, he's 2.  Maybe this is rubbing off on me?

Impossibly Adorable.

I admit that I roll my eyes when people post photos of their kids on facebook with superlatives that I find a bit much.  Sure, he's the smartest ever. Sure, she's a little beauty pageant winner.  Sure, sure, the kids are great and all, but really, you are the parent and you are the most nuts about them of anyone on the planet.

So I try not to post too many photos since I am prone to snarkiness and think I don't deserve to post photos of my kids since I am prone to being snarky.

BUT.

Then I scroll through the photos I take and I think OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE THE BEST DAUGHTER IN THE WHOLE WORLD* AND THE WORLD DESERVES TO SEE HER IN A CUTE HAT.**

* She is the best daughter in the whole world, the best daughter for me, that is.
** All caps because I am squealing in delight, not berating you in a yell.