What a Girl Wants, the Sequel

Riley was oddly enthusiastic yesterday when I told her we had to stop by the bank. Since when's the bank so exciting?

At the bank, Riley behaved perfectly. And when my transaction was done, the teller leaned over, smiled at Riley, and cheerfully greeted her, "Hi! How are you?"

Riley looked at her, totally straight-faced, and replied, "I want candy."

The very kind (and good humored) teller gave Riley* a Starburst, stickers, AND temporary tattoos.

Watch out Trader Joe's–WaMu's a close second in Riley Appeal.

*But only after I prompted Riley to say "please."

Aloha! (Hi and Goodbye)

Last week:



This week:

Yesterday we returned home from a too-short trip to Waikiki. Hawaii, of course, was perfect. I wish I could say the same about the wet, bleh 30-something degree weather here... (The countdown to summer has officially begun.)

First Photo Shoot

The other day, Matt caught Riley messing with our good camera. He was about to punish her–until he realized she was staging a photo shoot with her favorite friends:

Too cute to punish that.

To Do

• Go to bookstore
• Pick up Dwell magazine
• Turn to page 46
• Admire Matt's mobile (if you can spot it on the page...)
  

Buttery Balance Beam

My apologies to the next recipient of my baked goods.

Party Like It's 1999

To ring in 2009, my sister Sheri, Matt, and I got silly off fondue and sparkling cider, played games, and made fun of Ryan Seacrest. (It was more fun than it probably sounds.)

Sheri's been asking when I was going to post the party pics to my blog.

So here Sheri. Remember, you asked for it!

The $6 Saga

You know those stories you hear on the news about idiot thieves who leave behind ID or forget to take the loot they're stealing?

Here's one for ya:

Some idiot thief broke into our storage unit in our condo's basement. The first dumb thing? Uh, breaking into a storage unit filled with baby clothes and empty boxes.

But the truly idiotic thing? The thief overlooked our one valuable thing in there–Matt's $800 wheelchair–and stole my laundry money instead: half a roll of quarters.

So if you see someone with suspiciously clean clothes, please notify the authorities.

Words of a Sick Girl

For a sick girl, Riley sure made us chuckle. Here are a few sick-Riley-isms:

• After puking all over our (brand new) bed sheets, Riley exclaimed, "Oh no, I spilled!"
• After that, I taught her to use a barf bucket. Occasionally, for fun, she'd request her Elmo bucket instead.
• Yesterday as Matt left for work, he asked if he could bring her back a special treat to help her feel better. Her response? "Yes, money."

I am happy to report that Riley's fever is gone, she's stopped puking, and she's started eating, running, jumping, climbing, yelling, and wreaking havoc again.