Wednesday, January 04, 2006

My Daughter... currently sitting in a big cardboard box which is half-filled with styrofoam peanuts (leftover from Christmas). She is scooping up the peanuts in her hands, raising them, then letting the peanuts filter through her fingers back into the pile. While doing this, she is chanting, in the voice of a deranged Forty-Niner (a gold-miner, not a football player), "It's miiiiine...all MIIIIIINE...alllll the golllllld is MIIIIIIINE!"

I'm not worried.


  1. NJ-Thank you soooo much for your kind words. You made my day. Interestingly enough, I could say the very same things about your site, except I would add that your daughter is divinely cute.

  2. i love Bella! but i hate styrofoam peanuts.

  3. I can just see the crazed look in her eye as she chants.

    I wouldn't worry either. Unless she starts stashing the peanuts in her socks and shoes and various places in the house. Out of fear. Of leprechauns.

    Then I'd worry.

  4. Once again illustrating the old belief that children will get more play from the box than the toy.

    Hee. Cute.