There has been a terrible Lego revolution. It has been very French. So. Many. Beheadings. One
terrifying head is solid black. A featureless, horrifying burn victim. AND...there are several heads with faces on both sides. One scowly face and one fierce face. I am concerned re: Voldemort.
The entire cast of "Planes: Fire and Rescue" has been putting out tiny wildfires all over my house. They routinely swoop into any given room with the following dialogue complete with accents and a three year old lisp:
"Drop the needle!"
"I will never understand why you smokejumpers want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane."
"We're not! We're jumping outta you!"
As a side note, these same vehicles hurt worse than childbirth when stepped on.
It is Duke basketball season. Laine has now decided to abandon his dream of going to engineering school in favor of becoming a collegiate basketball player. This worries me a bit.
Also, we began first grade in August, moved in October to a larger home outside of Asheville, got the flu over Christmas and will be setting up the nursery soon for a baby girl due in April.
A messy life, but a good one.