This is 9, at our House (#2)

The top of the refrigerator was one of my favorite spots for hiding things that I didn’t want the girls to reach. High enough, out of sight and mind, just a great spot for me. Most recently, I would hide the television remote on top of our fridge as a passive parental control for the girls’ T.V. watching. Imagine my delight to come down to the kitchen one morning to find the following note:

I appreciated Sweetie leaving me this note for a couple of reasons. One, I didn’t need to wonder what happened to the remote I had hidden on the fridge. Two, she “showed me her hand” and reminded me that as she gets older, my hiding spaces need to improve. And three, we need to talk about punctuation. I’m hoping that post script is supposed to read as “No, nothing needed”. I had to smile despite their early morning T.V. binge.

Clearly, I need to look for a better hiding spot for the remote. This is 9 at our house.

This is 9 (at our house)

Sweetie turned 9 this year, back in May, and I thought I would highlight her a bit. It was her arrival that started my at-home adventure, the idea behind this blog. And she has been making me laugh quite a bit lately, so I thought I would share some of her final year in a single-digit age.

We’ll see how much traction this idea has, how far it takes us. Sweetie continues to grow as a wonderful child. Nothing wrong with her sister, but Sweetie holds the focus in this post. She is an avid reader, enjoys building with Legos, loves her sister (then tolerates her, then fights with her, then loves her all over again), and might be the only kid I know who was sad that the school year was ending. Even this past year. As she moved through the 3rd grade, we witnessed a shift from the “little girl” to the girl, and that has brought some uniquely funny moments in our lives.

This series will focus on a photo of something that struck me, and just a bit of copy for context. I am feeling a quick, easy-to-post type project here. So here’s a picture of Sweetie in May, and this is 9 at our house.