Merry Christmas, Happy New Year,....

As it turns out, the more than happens in my life the less I write.  Which, I suppose is good, if you figure I'm at home whoopin' it up.  I think really, I just get overloaded and can't narrow it down to posting about just one thing.  So, I think I'm going to do a few posts in a row - I've got a few things to cover.

I'm doing my first post on one of the things that has been bothering me for years.  I have had many, and I really do mean MANY, people comment on how lucky I am to have girls.  Apparently, I have dodged a huge bullet because girls are so calm, easy going, like to play with dolls, etc. etc, etc.   Thank you. Yes, I am very lucky to have three girls.  But really people - the only boys who act like wild stallions are the boys whose parents think boys will be boys.  I will admit as kids age and get so media ridden on how to act, they will act differently.  But, I teach Kindergarten, I've seen a few kids in my day.  Kids are Kids.

Will you please tell me how these girls are calm?

She may start out looking all innocent....

Don't be fooled....

Yes, there is a person in there...

After getting over her initial fear of the Christmas tree, we now need to reach as high as possible.

Sneaky, just sneaky...