Hello, Again

Well, we closed on the house. Husband and I now own two houses, which sounds a lot fancier than it really is. 

Good god, I hope we can rent out our first house.

We've been packing and trying to get two houses ready for the big move and otherwise just generally trying to get our shit together. 

Rather than blabber on about how stressful my life is right now, how about some Elisey talk?

She's still hellbent on embarrassing me at every opportunity. Yesterday in the grocery store, Elise sent an old lady in the cereal aisle into a giggling fit when she kept loudly declaring that we are all out of "peenie butter." Not peanut butter. Peenie butter. Over and over again. Peenie butter peenie butter peenie butter.

Then today at story time at the library, while we were singing one of the regular songs which repeats, "Turn to your neighbor and say how do you do, how do you do, how do you do..." Elise decided to change the words and started scream-singing "Turn to your neighbor and say how do you POO?" 

She's an imp. I love her. But she's an imp.