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Anna's twin, Anna, that is. We got her a 'My Twinn' doll for her birthday and she loves it.

Peni? Penises? I have never thought of it in plural I guess. Anyway...

Straight out of a silly email forward, similar to one I read this week, we had a "You Should Always Check Your Child's Homework" moment here yesterday. The funny thing is, even after having laughed at that email, I didn't catch it at first...Curtis did.

Anna's journal assignment was "If I had 100 pencils, I would...". They are supposed to use their journals to sound words out themselves, so we aren't supposed to help her spell. They can also try to 'find' the word they are spelling and copy it. Well, it turns out that the way her teacher wrote 'pencils' ran together a bit...


It caused a startling (at least to both of us) misspelling of "pencils" in her journal. I told her she should go show Daddy her journal, because he was in it, and I thought it was cute. I saw Curtis reading it, and his eyebrows went up (wayyy up). After looking at it, and looking at the assignment, I could see where the misunderstanding came from. I *did* make her fix it...but not before I snapped a picture.

We took Anna bowling for the first time on New Year's Eve...it was hilarious. It still makes me cringe for the lanes to watch this. We had fun though. And I even won one game, 6 months pregnant, with a bad back and a bum knee. Yeah, so what if it was with bumpers, I still WON. :)

Last night, Anna took all of the cushions out of my glider rocker, then couldn't get them back in, so she had to ask Curtis for help.

Curtis told her, "Maybe it's a good idea not to take things apart if you can't put them back together, huh?"

Anna just looked at him and said very matter-of-fact, "I didn't KNOW I wouldn't be able to put it back together when I took it apart. You just never know how life is going to go, Daddy."

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So, I'm 6+ months along now, and my tummy isn't the only thing that has been busy growing. I'm giving Dolly a run for her money these days. Last night, as Anna was cuddling at bedtime, she said, "I think your boobies are getting bigger to get ready for baby. We should either cut off the tops and pour out some milk, or milk you like a cow to make them smaller." What can I say...she leaves me speechless.

He's making a list, he's checking it twice...
(You know the rest...)

Our city has Santa go around town on a float each December with his elf, and they stop in each neighborhood so the kids can climb up in his sleigh with his reindeer, and tell Santa what they want for Christmas and take a picture. It's very cute. This year Santa's sleigh even had a snow machine, so there was real snow falling.

Incidentally, Anna asked Santa for musical instruments, specifically a "kitar". For your edification, a kitar is just like a guitar, but it is pronounced in a decidedly creative Anna-ish way. (And also so you know, Santa already found one and hid it in the gift closet...along with a pink tambourine, a few pink wood instruments and a pink flute thingy. Santa decidedly veto'd the pink drums.)

With Santa's Elf Helper...


And with Santa himself...


Catching chemically processed snowflakes on her tongue...I'm sure that's healthy.

Anna devised this "trick" and wanted me to video tape it for her, in her never ending quest to get on America's Funniest Home Videos. Abra cadabra!

Anna has three piggy banks: one for God, one for college and one for 'surprises' (toys). She actually came up with that idea on her own quite awhile ago. Well, this weekend, we were going to church, and Anna said she wanted to take her "For God" piggy bank and give it in the offering. I said, "Sure..." and got her a big ziplock bag to empty it into. (She had $28.02 saved up in there!)

She then took a Sharpie, and said she was going to write her name on it, so God would know who it was from. When I came back, this is what she had written:

"To God. From Anna.
I love you Kodi & Mariah."

Kodi is our dog that died this year, and she often talks about him being up in heaven now. And Mariah is my mom's dog that died 2 years ago. She wanted God to tell them that she loves them, or 'just show them the note if he wants to.' She also turned the "o" in "God" into a picture of Kodi, and wrote his name next to it, so God would know what he looked like to find him, to show him the note.

It was so sweet, it made me cry. OK, honestly, I am so pregnant and hormonal right now, the right BEER commercial can make me cry, but still. Pretty cute...

Baby Bump is growing in there. The three of us went to see Baby at our 19 week U/S. Anna was thrilled. They must be learning anatomy in Spanish class, because she kept trying to name all of baby's parts in Spanish, and the tech was helping her. She even labeled one pic in Spanish for Anna to take to school to show her Spanish class. Baby was moving and grooving (legs closed and ankles crossed, not that we were peeking) and even sucking it's thumb in one of the pictures below. 20 weeks to go!

Grandma bought Daddy two tickets for the Niners game this weekend, for his birthday. We bought one more ticket, so that Anna could go too, since she has been asking if we could go to "a real football game" someday. Unfortunately, Grandma and Alisa couldn't go at the last minute, but the three of us went.

It was HOT there! This is mid-November! Did California not get the memo? It was over 80 degrees in San Francisco, and we were sitting in Candlestick, with no wind, and no shade, BAKING in the sun. Anna finally resored to melting ice cubes on her face to stay cool. She and I both had out sweatshirts draped over our heads and one shoulder to try to keep the sun off.

But, the upside it, going in at 2-7, our hopes weren't high. And, miracle of miracles, we WON! Actually, we kicked ass. Now, that has as much to do with the Rams just sucking harder than we do, than it does any REAL skill on our part - but hey, we'll take it. So, it was a fun game. We ate cotton candy and licorice and drank LOTS of lemonade (beer for Daddy), before Anna crashed and passed out. She curled up in a little ball face down on her seat and went to sleep. Too cute...

Go Niners!!! Playoffs here we come!!! (Well, not THIS year, but I'm sure - just by law of averages - someday we'll get there again, so I'm going to start cheering early, just in case.)