Here is Annie on her B-Day riding her new big-girl bike. I can't believe she is five -- how time flies. The other day we were discussing the fact that Ma B's dog Buddy is now in doggy heaven where he gets to run around and play all day and eat yummy treats. Annie asked me, "Mommy, will I get to eat lots of sugar without getting sick when I go to Heaven?" So yes, she's still a sugar fiend (to wit: last night we got home from eating pizza and when she was getting out of the car she asked if she could have desert, Ma B had made banana cream pie. I said yes. From the garage, she yelled, "I can smell that pie right now - mmmmm.").
The last photo feature's Annie's cop belt. Yes, I said cop belt. For months she has been infatuated with being a cop. We have dozens of plastic gold and silver cop badges and now she has a whole cop get-up complete with radio, handcuffs, and a night stick which we call a speed radar, thanks to Nanny Nicole. She carries around a little ticket pad and clips a pen and a badge on her shirt and makes sure everyone is following the law! I told her I had to sign her up for her own ACLU card. She of course asked what the ACLU was. I told her they are the cops that police the cops. Several weeks went by and she asked me, "Mommy, where's my cop card?" When I told her I had no idea what she was talking about, her frustration built. She kept saying "that card, for the cops." She finally said, "remember you going to get me that card." It finally registered. So now she carries around my ACLU membership card with her too.
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Harry is definitely a daddy's boy right now, which, given that he also constantly wants "up" (to be held) is not such a bad deal for me. He also, unlike his sister, is not shy of the camera so we're posting some of his best (and worst). He continues to add new words to his vocabulary, many times thanks to Annie who is always teaching him: "can you say, 'Um' and then say 'brella.' Good Harry - you said umbrella!" In typical (I guess) sibling fashion they are usually either having loads of fun together or are hitting and pushing each other; actually, its usually Harry hitting and then Annie yelling, "Mommy, Harry is hitting me." To which I say, "well tell him not to do that because its not nice." Annie: "I told him and and told me no." Mommy: "Well, tell him he is not the boss of you." Annie: "I told him and he said no." Mommy: "well just ignore him then." Then Annie steps as close as she can to Harry without actually touching him, i.e., just asking to be hit again, which of course, he usually does and then we start over again. Fun stuff. But really, they usually get along well and watching them laugh together is one of the best things I can think of.