So Long NaBloPoMo

Well in the end November went by more quickly than I'd anticipated. I still feel full of things to write about. With our birthday celebrations and Thanksgiving behind us, I think it may not be too difficult to keep this blogging up right into December. Not every single day in December, but I'm going to try to flow with this momentum.

I'm starting to regret the whole holiday CD contest. . . I'm about 2/3 to 3/4 of the way through putting my Christmas CDs into iTunes and there are already over 400 songs on the Christmas play list. How on earth will I narrow that to 20 or so to put on a CD??? I am going to have some very specific questions for the winner, which will hopefully help me figure out which version of Jingle Bells will suit her/him best.

I thought this would be as good a time as any to write a few follow-up thoughts to guessing game from a couple of weeks ago. Owning a ferret was the untrue item. I have never personally owned a ferret. We did have ferrets in the nature centure a couple of summers at the camp I worked at/attended, which is where I came up with the ferret idea. So I have held, played with, and even named a ferret, but never had one of my very own. And, while the camp ferrets were fun we also had rats at camp and I have no desire ever to own either!

I realized, after the fact, that the bungee jumping was kind of a freebie because I listed that on a six (or seven?) things meme a while ago. So many of you guessed that I wasn't a risk-taker, or life-risker, and I have to say that those weren't bad instincts. I went bungee jumping with my dad during a family vacation the summer I was fifteen. I remember because I used that as my something interesting during classroom introductions in our high school public speaking class. I enjoyed the bungee jumping and I think at one point you might have even convinced me to jump out of an airplane. HOWEVER, I would probably not do either of those things now that I have children. Not that they are any less safe than they ever were, but I feel a little differently toward them these days. Maybe when the kids are grown I'll jump out of an airplane or go bungee jumping to celebrate, but probably not.

It's sweet that so many of you didn't find the poem thing hard to believe. When I was fourteen or fifteen (I think) I had a poem published in Teen magazine, which may not even be a magazine anymore. They published readers' work every issue and I actually remember reading the poems and thinking they weren't so impressive. I fancied myself more of a serious and dark poet (ha ha ha, ahem) at the time. The poems were all kind of gooey love poems (Love poems by teenagers, great!) and I recall thinking that I could probably write a poem they would publish. So I did. And they did. The poem was called, "The One." Doesn't that just ooze originality? Ugh, gag me.

I'm pretty sure I have a copy of the poem somewhere, but I am equally sure I no longer have a copy of the magazine. I think I got rid of it when I was cleaning my room out, without realizing I'd thrown away that issue. Despite the less than stellar poem, it was pretty cool to see my name in print like that. I save EVERYTHING (found a sixth grade volleyball trophy when recently cleaning out the basement) and I can't believe I don't have that magazine.

So, um, if anyone has back issues of Teen magazine from the early 90's, let me know!

Conversations with a 4 Year Old

We went out to lunch today with Matt's mom and sister. Harper had spent the night with Matt's parents, having a pajama party with her Aunt Meaghan. We were discussing ham because Harper had eaten some with her breakfast.

Matt said to her, "You know what? I like ham and you like ham, but Mommy doesn't like ham."

To which Harper replied, "I don't know what's up with her!"

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I was eating dinner with Harper tonight. Somehow we got to talking about mistakes and how it's okay to do something wrong before you know it's wrong, but then you try not to do it anymore. And we were also talking about bad words, like "stupid" which is a bad word for our purposes, and how sometimes we might read a book or watch a move that uses one of those words. I told Harper it's okay (especially when "stupid" is the kind of bad word I'm talking about) to watch/read those things, as long as we know enough not to repeat the words when we speak.

She looked at me very seriously, put a hand on my shoulder, and said, "But sometimes grownups forget, right Mom? And they use a bad word? Because one time we were driving in the car home from Nana and Dziatku's house and you said, 'stupid,' remember? And that wasn't a nice thing to say. But that's okay Mom, you can always try again not to say it. Just don't say that word again, okay?"

Forgetful

I accompanied a friend of mine to a surprise birthday party this evening, returning home a few minutes ago, and just now realized that I hadn't written a blog post today. And now I'm tired. Blah. I can't believe I almost forgot about this. Here are a few items of business:

1) People in my immediate family can stop entering the Christmas CD contest - silly gooses. CALL ME and I will just make one for you.

2) There were many good questions asked earlier this month when I didn't know what to write about, as well as many intriguing questions in recent comments - I do intend to post about those things, but not on nights that I'm still at the computer at 11:30.

3) I have a new question for you tonight. What would you want for Christmas if money were no object? Something for yourself that you would love and use, but that is too expensive for current practical purposes. And let's just assume that the world is perfect and no one need answer like a beauty pageant contestant and say they only want world peace. (I think we can all agree that world peace is on the top of the list.)

If money were no object I would hope to wake up Christmas morning and find a brand new minivan (with all the bells and whistles) in my driveway. Honda Odyssey, I covet thou more than diamonds.

Phew!

Tonight I am grateful for a happy and successful Thanksgiving shindig, right here in our own home. There was eating, drinking, merriment, and a wonderful family to be thankful for. The only difficult part was not being with all my other family members in Wisconsin. I have to say, it isn't a bad thing, when you have small children, to be the holiday host because they can so easily be whisked off to their own rooms when necessary.

I have to give a lot of credit to Ann, mother-in-law extraordinaire, for bringing the turkey, stuffing, potatoes, and a cheesecake. While I did contribute plenty of other foods to our feast, I felt that she had all the high pressure menu items and I did not sweat my apple pie, jellos, or veggie sides too much.

The only pictures I managed to take were these of Harper "playing" Pictionary. She was drawing Rudolph.



I hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

How About a Giveaway?

We put up our Christmas decorations early this year - normally everything goes up the weekend after Thanksgiving. In fact I usually abide by a very strict no Christmas before Thanksgiving rule. However, this year, we're hosting Thanksgiving and we decided it might be festive to have the house decorated already. We don't usually have guests over the Christmas holidays and we thought it would be fun to share the decorations with someone! Also, Harper heard us talking about putting up the Christmas decorations and there was pretty much no turning back.

Pulling out the Christmas decorations also means pulling out the books and movies and music that are part of our holiday tradition. This year I decided to import my Christmas CDs (of which there are, um, many) into iTunes so I can have a Christmas mix on the iPod. Importing the Chrismtas CDs got me thinking that it would be fun to give away a Christmas mix. So I'm offering a Christmas CD package - one grown-up CD and one for the kiddos, should you want a kiddo version. I will attempt to customize the grown-up CD for the winner, if the winner is willing to answer some questions about his/her taste in holiday music.

This is not necessarily a pay-it-forward contest, but there are plenty of opportunities to share during the holiday season so you could certainly pay-it-forward in spirit anyway. To enter just leave a comment on this post. If you don't know what to say how about letting me know what your favorite Christmas song is and if there is any holiday tune that you absolutely cannot stand (even if it is only a specific version of one song).

I'll leave this open until noon, December 5. I'm thinking I could choose a winner and get CDs out by December 10.

Answer!

I've never owned a ferret. Details to follow.

Harper-isms

Here are some of the things that are making me laugh lately:

Things were suspiciously quiet earlier today. I called Harper into the room where I was feeding Michael and asked her what she was doing. She said, "Don't worry Mom, I'm not doing anything naughty!"

Auntie M gave us some extra Christmas decorations last year, including a very durable nativity set and some small Santas. Harper has the pieces on her bookshelf. She is having trouble remembering the word nativity so she'll say she is playing with her Jesus stuff, or her church stuff, or her activity set. One of the Santas opens on a hinge at the waist. Today she showed me that one of the nativity set sheep fits inside the Santa. Then she said, "That Santa has a bad case of goats in the belly!"

I can't remember if I've shared these already, but Harper still has a few words that she reliably mispronounces. One is "flavor," she says, "flavorite." As in, "I really like the flavorite of this lollipop!"

She also misses "usually," and says, "lusually." As in, "I lusually like to eat crackers in the morning." It is pronounced exactly the same as usually with an l-sound added to the beginning. We try to get her to say it as often as possible.

Short and Sweet

Tonight I am grateful for:

- Great shopping deals. (50% off deals + 20% early bird discount + 15% off coupon = Christmas presents for practically nothing!)

- Bright white Christmas lights in a dark room.

- This conversation - go on and add your two cents, please!

- The chicken casserole we had for dinner.

- These two (and the fact that they're sleeping):

Blogging About Blogging

I will wait a couple of days to share the answers for the last post, go ahead and guess if you'd like to!

So today I have some questions about blogging for all of you. Here are questions I've been thinking about:

1) How do you decide which blogs to read? Do you read (regularly) every blog written by someone who comments on your blog?

2) How do you decide when to comment?

3) Do you ever email a blog-writer to say something you don't want to say in the comments?

4) Do you plan what your blog posts will look/sound like ahead of time? Do you just sit down and wing it?

In fairness, here are my answers:

1) I read some blogs because they are just so well-written I can't resist, even if I don't personally know the author. I read others because I've come to know and care about the people they feature. I do not necessarily read every single blog of every single person who ever comments here. I'm trying to keep my blog-addiction under control. I'm afraid to count how many blogs I now have in my Google reader and I have to feel strongly compelled to add to the list.

2) I comment when I really have something to say, but I often DON'T comment if I feel like I can't properly formulate my thoughts on a particular subject. I also try to leave pretty regular comments on blogs I read all the time, even if I don't have sometime earth-shattering to say. I feel like I want to let people know I'm reading. Sometimes I feel badly about leaving those sorts of comments because I worry that it will seem like I don't really CARE about what the person was writing about. I also tend not to comment on blogs that receive LOTS of comments on a regular basis. I guess I figure that it might not matter what someone says, after you've already read 50 or more comments. (Not that I would know!)

3) I do occasionally email a blog's author if I'm uncomfortable sharing something in the comments. This is usually because I feel silly about the comment I want to leave, or I want to share something personal, or I have a question to ask.

4) This is probably obvious, but I usually wing it over here! I do often find myself "composing" blog posts in my mind throughout the day, but I rarely remember those eloquent musings when I actually sit down to type. And I'm often too lazy to reread my own posts for typos - which is why I so often find misspellings or poorly chosen words in old posts. Argh!

Your turn. . .

Game Time

I've been bungee jumping.

I've owned a ferret.

I've had a poem published in a national teen magazine.

Which two are true???

(I've often thought of doing something like this on a regular basis, maybe once a month, on this blog. However I think I would too quickly run out of interesting/weird things I've actually done.)

"It Snowed for Real!"

That's what Harper said about the lovely snowfall we had today. It snowed a little last weekend, when we celebrated her birthday. I asked why that wasn't real snow. Her answer? "Because it was too early." Oh, okay dear.

I"m hesitant to post anything new today, in fact, if it weren't for NaBloPoMo, I wouldn't because I am having too much fun reading everyone's comments on the Santa post. So if you haven't shared there yet, will you please go and add your two cents? Pretty please?

Since I have to post something today, here are a couple of shots of the dusting of snow.




What will we do to keep ourselves occupied during the long, snowy winter?

Well, apparently our self-portrait skills could use some work:

Jolly Fat Man in a Red Suit

So I'm pretty sure there aren't any young children reading here. . . and so I feel safe writing a little bit about Santa Claus. I know it isn't even Thanksgiving yet, but I have been thinking a lot about holiday gift-giving and when you have small children Santa naturally comes to mind.

Here are some things I remember about my childhood Santa experiences:

1) After about the second grade it was a big deal knowing who did and did not believe in Santa. I believed until the summer after third grade, which was a pretty long time. I remember the distinct disappointed feeling I would have when I realized another of my friends didn't believe. In fact I think I really knew the truth for a while, but I still wanted to believe. With each friend that didn't it was more difficult to hold on to that belief.

2) I remember driving home from my grandparents' on Christmas Eve and watching for Rudolph's nose out the window of the car. I remember listening for sleigh bells. Most years I thought I saw Rudolph and heard sleigh bells. I remember the cold feeling from leaning my cheek against the car window.

3) I remember that my sister was scared of Santa and had to sleep in my bed on Christmas Eve. (BTW this was also true for Easter.)

4) I remember asking my mom repeatedly (as I got older) whether Santa was real, and she would always respond by asking me, "Do you really want me to tell you?" I still think that was a great response because I didn't learn the official truth until I was really ready to hear it. Good job, Mom!

5) I remember how important and exciting it felt to keep the secret, especially from my brother, who is nine years younger than I am. Once my sister and I both knew it was like we were part of the most fun conspiracy ever. I'm glad that Harper will have the feeling of being in on that great secret someday.

6) I remember that a chimney sweep came to our house when I was old enough not to believe, but I think my brother and sister still did. He "found" a scrap of cloth from Santa's suit in our chimney and gave it to my brother. I get a little choked up thinking about how great that was.

7) We always asked my parents if we'd be allowed to open our gifts on Christmas Eve if Santa had already been to our house by the time we got home. They always said yes. And there was such an exciting moment when we'd walk into our dark house and I would imagine shadowy presents under the tree. Obviously Santa had never come, but I held my breath a little every year.


Do you have a favorite Santa memory? Do you remember how old you were or how you "found out" the truth about Santa? Is there anything special (besides bringing gifts) you help Santa do for your children? Are your children believers?

Treated

I wasted no time using my massage gift certificate and I had a massage tonight. It was wonderful! I'd been going pretty regularly since Harper was about one, but I realized this evening that it was only the third massage I've had this year. I'm officially reshuffling that further up the priority list. I had almost forgotten how great it makes me feel.

If any of you are in our area (I think you'd know who you are) and you need a recommendation I will happily refer you - you won't be sorry!

Four Years

Dear Harper,

Today you are four years old. We spent much of the past weekend celebrating your birthday with close friends and family. Your dad and I were worried that you would be disappointed with today, the actual day of your birthday, because your party and gifts would be behind you, and because you kept insisting that even more people! were coming over to celebrate today. Instead we climbed in your bed to wake you up by singing to you, then you got to eat a cinnamon roll for breakfast, you took little goody bags to school, Nana and Dziatku picked you up and took you to lunch, and Daddy and I surprised you with a trip to the movies tonight. So I would say your day was pretty special despite the absence of a second party. Oh, and you got to eat the whole vitamin today - an entire cartoon character. Such a thrill after two years of eating separated heads and torsos to supplement your nutrition.

You had a ball at your birthday party. You were funny and charming and appropriately thankful for all the wonderful gifts you received. Once all the gifts were opened you got to play and play and play. I love the way you throw yourself into your play. At one point you had your stuffed dog and your Fancy Nancy doll arguing over whether or not ice cream could be purchased from a My Little Pony. As the evening wore on you invented a game called driving lessons where you stuck pretend keys into your corn popper (yes, it's a baby toy that you still love to play on), "paid" with a credit card, and had one of the adults tell you where to drive to and what obstacles to avoid. When Aunt Meaghan's boyfriend, Stephen, told you your card had been declined you asked for clarification. He told you there was no money left on that card. "That's okay!" you declared, "I have another one!"

We had an early afternoon meal the day of your party, with gifts opened promptly afterward. You had hours to play with your new things, but still protested bedtime, crying out, "I only played for one second!" The days are just not long enough for all the fun you hope to have.

Three was an interesting age. In the beginning three felt a lot like two, I have to say there were a lot of months during which you failed to exhibit any resemblance to a reasonable human being. The good news is that the closer you grew to four, the more the unreasonable parts slipped away leaving a whole bunch of delightful behind. The age you are now is one of my favorite yet. You are such a distinct personality. You are sensitive and funny and smart - too smart for your own good I sometimes fear.

We still have plenty of oil and water moments, you and I. I don't know if that is a mother-daughter thing, or a result of our stubborn oldest-child personalities clashing. We exasperate and frustrate one another, but we also laugh and dance and sing and hug. I know you know you are loved, and that is one of my proudest accomplishments as a parent.

You life has been turned upside down in the last year. One year ago, as you turned three, we announced to our family that we'd be adding a brother or sister into the mix. My pregnancy grew complicated and I ended up spending the better part of a month in the hospital and on bed rest. It was a scary and lonely time and it was awful being away from you. I hated knowing that I wasn't there to fix your pigtails and read to you and hear your stories and make your dinner. And even after Michael was born he was in the hospital for a month, a month that I spent recovering from surgery and getting sick and pumping milk and visting him. It was almost like having another month away from you and it was one of the most difficult times of my entire life. You weren't even able to meet your brother until he was almost a month old. We were so fortunate to have family and friends who dropped everything to fill in the gaps and lovingly cared for you when Daddy or I couldn't. How strange it must have been for you, that I suddenly disappeared and sometimes Nana was there and sometimes Mugga was there and then there was this brother that you heard about but couldn't touch or see. I'm sorry it happened that way.

Good things have happened too, this last year, because despite all the difficult times, you became a big sister and there is no one better suited for the job. You love your brother fiercely. And he loves you, too. In fact you are fond of informing us that Michael loves you best because you can always make him smile. I think you might be right. You play with Michael and sing to him and kiss his pudgy cheeks. He is a lucky one, that Michael, lucky to have a sister like you.

In the last year you also started school and you are flourishing there. You love being with other children and you come home just bursting with songs and stories of play dough and paint. It was an excellent decision, sending you to school. You were ready for the world outside our walls. I am so proud to watch you making your way. You amaze me Harper.

Being your mom is both the most difficult and the most rewarding job I have ever had. It is easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of our days and move from one thing to the next without stopping to appreciate each other. But I want you to know, for the record, that I am honored to be your mother. I am pretty sure I already learn more from you than you do from me. While it is a little scary, how fast these years fly by, it is thrilling, too, because I so enjoy watching you grow.

I love you Harper, maybe more than you'll ever fully understand. I can't wait to see what your next year will bring.

Love,
Mommy

Muddy

I keep trying to write a post about what this past year has been like for our family. But each time the wheels start spinning and I think back it makes me feel a little sick to my stomach. I mean we have all arrived relatively unscathed on the other side, but it most of it still feels to raw to recap. I feel like I need to write about it in one big chunk, if only for myself, but I'm stuck. It will come when it comes.

In the mean time I would like to thank all the friends and family who found nice ways to recognize my birthday while we were busy helping Harper celebrate hers. I turned, gulp, 32 yesterday. And I'm officially old enough that I have to stop and think about it when I'm asked my age. Tonight I celebrated my birthday with my husband, kids, and in-laws. We just relaxed, ate party leftovers and enjoyed some football. I received some great gifts this weekend: CDs, DVDs, a massage certificate (for an entire hour!), and -my new guilty pleasure- a Nintendo DS Lite and some of the brain games. Pure fun. My family takes great care of me.

Without a Hitch

Here are some of my favorite photos of Harper's birthday celebration:

Harper got all shy about being sung to.

Things were better once she was able to lick the frosting off of some candles.

We pushed our luck, leaving the dog unattended too long, and he ate all the frosting off one end of the cake. Fortunately this was after the singing and blowing out of candles. I lobbed the end off and there was still plenty of cake to go around.

I love this photo of Harper with her new Fancy Nancy doll, what a riot!

Harper doubled her collection of My Little Ponies today, as well as getting some outfits for them and a My Little Pony Ice Cream Cart. I strongly suspect their numbers will grow again in about forty days.

Birthday Cake Retrospective

How about some evidence that I ought to take a cake decorating class?

Here are photos of Harper's birthday cakes. We cannot order professional cakes for her because I have not found a peanut safe bakery in our area. So we talk about what kind of cake she wants and I do my best.

The first year was a dog. I'm actually pretty proud of the first one, things sort of went downhill from there.


Year number two brought a fish. I was supposed to use vanilla wafers to create the scales. This didn't really work as intended and I ended up slathering a whole bunch of extra frosting to cover them. So half of that cake had about a pound of frosting on it and a suspicious layer of cookie in between the cake and frosting. Kind of gross.


Last year Harper wanted a butterfly. As usual this cake was sooooo much cuter in my imagination than it turned out. Harper liked it, but man, it really failed to live up to my vision.


This year she wanted a ladybug cake. She's been talking about her ladybug cake for MONTHS. And all week long, at every opportunity, she's been reminding me, "Mom I want a ladybug cake. But instead of red between the spots I want pink." That sentence has been uttered so many times I think I will hear it in my sleep for another couple of months. I decided to use Thin Mint cookies (the kind in our area are peanut safe) for the spots and decided that chocolate cake would be better than my usual yellow cake. I have a huge problem with crumbs when I frost, despite all the tricks I've tried, so I ended up putting two layers of frosting on the ladybug, to keep it from looking speckled. It kind of worked. We'll all be in sugar shock tomorrow afternoon though - I'll need to remember to cut little pieces!



Harper helped me bake the cake, but I only just finished the frosting so she hasn't seen that yet. I hope she'll like it. Fingers crossed!

Edited to add: We did actually remember to take Rebound to the groomer, renewed my vehicle registration, and had unbelievably good luck with the pictures. Also several family members have safely arrived in town. Yay!

On the Fly

The next couple of days will be insane! I will fulfill my NaBloPoMo commitment, but posts might be light on content. Tomorrow we're going to get family pictures taken. Michael is sick and Harper is all wound up about her birthday celebration so that should be interesting.

We also have to register my car at the BMV, remember to actually take Rebound to the groomer, clean the house, cook some turkey and bake a ladybug cake. Matt took the genius move of using one of his vacation days tomorrow. I keep working myself into a panic over getting everything finished, then I remember I won't be flying solo and I relax just a little. At least if we end up needing to head to the doctor, we can divide and conquer.


Oh, as for yesterday's post, I really do wish I could come over and help you all organize toys and things. Actual deep cleaning is not my forte, but give me a few rubbermaid bins and I'll set the world to rights. Maybe when the children are older I'll find a way to make money with those organizational skills, who knows?

Frenzy

On Saturday we are celebrating Harper's fourth birthday. Which means our home will welcome friends, family, and gifts. . . This time of year (birthday time tumbling into holiday time) is always exciting and a little overwhelming. Lately I've been itching to get to some of the cleaning out/organizing projects that we've been neglecting. If I frame it the right way, Harper is still at an age where she is excited to help and old enough that she actually can be helpful.

We have this horribly ugly wall of paneling in our kitchen. In the past I have disguised it by scotch taping Harper's art all over the thing. This week we took down all the old artwork and created a slightly better look by attaching a few lengths of chain to the wall. Now we can hang her work with clothes pins. I'll have to take another picture when the wall is covered with art. For now I captured the beginning of the alphabet letters she's been working on in preschool


We had a collection of Little People toys taking over a huge amount of real estate in our toy closet. Harper rarely plays with these sets anymore and Michael is a little young for them. We arranged each set on the table, took a picture which included all the pieces, and then placed each set into its own bin with the picture on the outside. They are being relocated to the basement. This way we could still bring a set up for Harper if she asks for one, or she can take them apart and play downstairs, and will be able to sort them back into bins on her own.


We use the small front hall area of our house for Harper's kitchen and doll stuff. She has a set of bins in there which hold all the food, dishes, baby blankets, etc. Harper is famous for getting nearly every little piece out and then freaking when we make her clean it up because it seems like such a big impossible job. Over the weekend I had her help me re-sort all those items into their bins. We took pictures of each bin's contents and taped it to the outside of the bin so she can remember where everything goes. It's been three days and so far, so good. No more complaints about cleaning up!


We also did a big toy box clean out. Harper helped reunite toys that belonged together. While she wasn't looking I squirreled away a few toys she really has outgrown and threw away some broken items. I now feel like we have some hope of getting reorganized after the birthday/holiday whirlwind.

We're on a roll, anyone want me to come over and organize your toys?

500 Posts Old!

Whew - yesterday's post was kind of a downer, huh? Thank you for all the wonderful and supportive comments. I sometimes question my right to be sad about anything, given the two wonderful children we have. It was nice to find so much understanding in the comments section - I really like you guys! And it is good to know that our child-bearing status is "out there" so, if I get to feeling weepy about it in the future I can talk about it without having to explain everything. (But this doesn't mean I won't be answering Swistle's question about baby names we might have considered for other children, because naming children is fun, especially on a day when you aren't sad about not having more of them!)

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So this blog is 500 posts old today - sometime back in October was the third blogiversary of Midwest Mom, which is mind-boggling, if only to me.

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This weekend Michael turned 8 months old. Yikes! Here are his 8 month photos (you can revisit the 7 month ones here):




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Back when I was worried I'd run out of things to write, one of the questions Tracy asked was about Harper's current career aspirations. We discussed this as I was putting her to bed tonight and here, in no particular order, are the things Harper would like to be when she grows up and what she said about them:

- firefighter

- mermaid ("You can come visit me in the ocean, Mom.")

- pediatrician ("You know, a doctor for kids.")

- veterinarian ("So I can check on people's pets.")

- swimming lessons teacher

- physical therapist ("So I can help babies to do some exercise.")
(She pronounces it physical ferapist - hilarious!)

- Old McDonald's worker ("Because I would sell people happy meals.")

and

- angel ("So I could look into some people's windows for God.")

Oh how I wish I had tape recorded that conversation!