Claire meets the milestones of deceit and manipulation
See this hair bow? The first time I asked where it came from she said her teacher gave it to her because she missed her when she moved to the next class up. The next day, when I asked where it was, she said she'd given it back to the girl who owned it, and went on to say she had said "you're welcome" when the girl thanked her for returning stolen property. To be fair, it probably was lost in the east playground, like many other treasures, but I suspect she knew all along who would want it back. Oddly enough, the wood chips in said playground do indeed give up treasure, as the lost detritus of hundreds of children periodically rises to the surface. I can stand the Princess rings she brings home but frankly the severed transformer arms, dirty hair clips, and random small wheels sort of bother me.
Claire's drawn figures now have faces.
Even when they are drawn upside down.
Claire assures me Cleta is nice, although she may resemble a somewhat droll angel of death.
Mother of two, step-mom to two more. Married. Work in the theatre of the absurd, behind the curtain, and pulling the strings. First daughter was a preemie, new Baby has MCADD, or Medium Chain Acyl-CoA Dehydrogenase Deficiency (Mighty Crappy Aggravating Disorder) and mild Cerebral Palsy, because the fun never stops around here. Foggy mind. If I wore a button it would say: Lose mind now, Ask me how! Things you might find here: bits and pieces of fluff about babies with wacky disorders, mommying, knitting very slowly, and stuff I don't say at work. You can send me free stuff at Ginger B., 358 South 700 East, Suite B #518, Salt Lake City, Utah 84102 or feel free to email me at gingerbblog at gmail dot com.