Overalls

Loose Change

It seems that I have used up most of the loose change in our car buying "yay! chikin!" for the little tot in the back seat. Is it in poor form make a withdrawal from his piggy bank to replenish my parking meter money?

Coloring

Joseph's other favorite thing to do . . .

more dancing . . . and singing

Mamma Mia!

Joseph is a huge ABBA fan. We have been watching Mamma Mia! quite often. Sometimes we watch like this . . . .
but more often than not there is a lot more physical involvement. . . .

I don't just work for Chick-fil-A . . .

I'm also a customer. No - this is not a Hair Club for Men commercial. Before I started working for Chick-fil-A, I could probably count on one hand the number of times I had eaten there. Then I found out what a great company it is and how darn good their food is. Not only that, but you can't beat their bathrooms on a trip when you have a youngin' in tow. No - Chick-fil-A has not started a new blogging marketing campaign. I'm just setting up another cute Joseph story. Since I do work for them, I spend a lot of time running in and out of our area stores. The last several times we've pulled into a parking lot to pick something up or drop something off Joseph would begin chanting "yay, Chicken!" So I would either need to run up to the front counter and order a 4-piece nugget or mini or circle back around through the drive-thru. Because really, what kind of marketing gal would I be if I didn't get my kid the chicken.

Yesterday we made a left turn off of Johnnie Dodds to go to the bank and Post Office. This also happens to be the same left turn made if we're going to go to the Mt. P Chick-fil-A. From the back seat "yay! Chicken! yay! Chicken! yay! Chicken!" So we had to make an unscheduled stop and swing through the drive-thru. But a 4-piece nugget sure did make the following trip to the grocery store a breeze.

Christmas Card

This was our 2008 Christmas card . . . . well actually more like a New Year's Card because I addressed them on Christmas day. And if you didn't get one, I'm sorry. For some reason I was missing a lot of addresses and some were returned. Send me your address so I can make sure you get one next year!

Stuuuuuuuuck!

Before you think that this is some new form of parental torture/discipline, let me assure you that he was in no way actually stuck.