Ben, however, I'm not sure liked this photo.
Despite my best attempts in Paint, I was unable to remove the strange girl to the left of Rose and Lucy.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Apple Picking
Rose got to play big sister to Lucy and Ben today at the apple orchard. It was her first visit to an apple orchard, and she really loved it.
Despite my best attempts in Paint, I was unable to remove the strange girl to the left of Rose and Lucy.
Despite my best attempts in Paint, I was unable to remove the strange girl to the left of Rose and Lucy.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Conspiracy of the Schulte women
At McDonald's, a high school aged cashier eyed me and once Rose was out of ear shot asked, "Is she your daughter?"
"Yep!" I said, proudly.
He looked a little baffled but didn't press it. I always wonder if the confusion is because the three of us don't look genetically related. Or if because to some I look a shade too young to have a 10-year-old. Or because while they can grasp me having Rose, Mike doesn't make sense, or vise versa.
Interestingly I, more so than Mike, get this question from people. Lately the questions and confused looks have become a joke between Rose and I.
As we ate our dinner, I told Rose, "we fooled another one" and then told her the story. She high fived me, and we laughed as if we're fooling the world. Sometimes, when people ask who Rose belongs to in front of her, Rose will proudly tell people how old I was when she was born as she winks at me in an obvious way.
In the end, people's rudeness is actually helping us bond as a family, so it really doesn't bother me too much. Pry away, folks, pry away.
"Yep!" I said, proudly.
He looked a little baffled but didn't press it. I always wonder if the confusion is because the three of us don't look genetically related. Or if because to some I look a shade too young to have a 10-year-old. Or because while they can grasp me having Rose, Mike doesn't make sense, or vise versa.
Interestingly I, more so than Mike, get this question from people. Lately the questions and confused looks have become a joke between Rose and I.
As we ate our dinner, I told Rose, "we fooled another one" and then told her the story. She high fived me, and we laughed as if we're fooling the world. Sometimes, when people ask who Rose belongs to in front of her, Rose will proudly tell people how old I was when she was born as she winks at me in an obvious way.
In the end, people's rudeness is actually helping us bond as a family, so it really doesn't bother me too much. Pry away, folks, pry away.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Laundry
Rose has a thing with using the same towels or jeans more than once. So, we find ourselves doing more laundry than ever before. She even takes to throwing our towels on the floor before their time.
Yet, if the constant clothes washing somehow puts her at ease as reassures her we care, so be it. Hopefully a few of you will step up your "green" efforts to make up for our expanding carbon footprint.
Pleasant Confession
This morning I put on a new pair of black boots as Rose ate french toast. Ok, I wore the boots while I made french toast, kinda like a new age Donna Reed.
While admiring my find she said, "Mom, remember Monday night how I slept on the couch after 2:10 a.m.? Well, before I got on the couch, I peeked into your shoe box. I couldn't help it. They were so pretty."
So my daughter may not have my genes but she has my love of Anne Klein shoes. I smiled and said, finish your french toast in the most motherly moment I think I have had thus far.
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