I was in the mood for ice cream. And the last time we had ice cream I shared with Isabelle. A lick for me. A lick for Isabelle. “Mama’s turn, Isabelle’s turn, mama’s turn, Isabelle’s turn.” Then I had this brilliant idea! Instead of sharing one ice cream cone why not have a whole ice cream to MYSELF and Isabelle could have her own. Great idea, right? I thought so. Well….not so much.

Isabelle ended up with both of the cones and wouldn’t give me any! No sharing with mama!! That’s what I get for being greedy and wanting a whole ice cream to myself.

I actually have video of it. I’ll have to post it when I ummm find my cord.

Go read silly parent #35, teaching Isabelle a new word.

Isabelle turned another month older. And I’m late with the pictures again. I keep forgetting to write down things I want to remember. But there are always the pictures.

Being silly. Insisting on wearing a hat AND a bib. Isabelle rarely ever wears bibs. But for some reason she felt like getting all “dressed up” that day. My weird little girl.

I see you!

Cute face.

Copying daddy.

And our monthly family picture.

Go see month twenty four.

Another animal from the book Sock and Glove, this time a cat. They’re so easy to make. At least I think they are. But Alan said I worked on them for hours. Really? The time just flew by. I couldn’t have been working on them for hours…I don’t think.

I wanted his head rounder. Round and fat. But it came out long and skinny. Oh well. Isabelle knows it’s a cat. What noise does a cat make Isabelle? Meeeam, meeeam!

Oooh and some gloves soon to be some other animals. But first I’m going to wrastle a seahorse, like the way I wrastled the octopus.

I’ve been trying to draw in my sketchbook more. Working on the computer all the time, I miss the texture of paper.

I love this little sketch. I think it wants to be a painting.

We were at Barnes and Noble a couple of weeks ago. I was in the craft section flipping through a stack of books. I was trying to decide which ones to buy for my birthday. I turned around to see Isabelle walking towards me, her arms full of toys. So I grabbed my books, started snapping pictures, and followed her back to the kid section.

In the kid section Isabelle had laid down all the toys. I was taking pictures of her rearranging them when a saleslady came up, rudely told me I could not take pictures in there, then walked away.

So I just stopped taking pictures, in shock. I was left speechless at the way she had spoken to me. Did you know that you are not allowed to take pictures in Barnes and Noble? I didn’t know. Was there a sign posted somewhere that I should have noticed when I walked in and was bombarded with wall to wall books? I didn’t see anything. Or was I supposed to know intuitively? I am not psychic. Do I have a problem with their policy? No. It’s their store so whatever.

What I do have a problem with: the saleslady was so rude. Don’t they know how to train their staff? Hello? Was it really necessary to be so nasty? How about not alienating your customers? Huh??? Maybe that would be smart? A little courtesy goes a long way. She didn’t need to be so mean about it. Like me taking pictures of Isabelle in their precious store is the end of the world. Oh no I’m taking pictures of how you arrange your fricking books!! Ahhhhh!! Top secret!! Top secret!!!

I don’t see what the big deal is. I just did a search seeing if there is a policy written somewhere and came across a community of Barnes and Noble employees. You would think what they wrote there for all the public to see might be a little worse than these pictures of Isabelle.

Needless to say I did not buy my books from them. And I don’t see myself ever buying books from them in the foreseeable future. I ended up getting my books from Amazon. They are less expensive and I don’t have to deal with rude salespeople. And yes that’s why I posted so many pictures of Isabelle, because of the rude saleslady. Damn, wish I had some more…

Ok how about ending on something happy. Moving on. Notice Isabelle wearing her little coat. We put it on earlier in the day when we were outside and it was chilly. Well in typical Isabelle fashion she refused to take it off. Not even when we were inside where it was nice and warm. She even wanted the hood up all through our meal and the trip to the bookstore.

Love my silly girl!