with the paper journal that sits beside my bed--these things would make it inside:

And two priceless conversations this week:

Emma: sitting beside me, fingering the pearl earring in my earlobe:
"Mom, when can I get my ears replaced?"
Me: "replaced?"
E: "yeah, so I can wear earrings like you."
M: "Oh, you mean pierced. When you're thirteen, babe."

Emma and Mary sitting a the dinner table together:
Mary: Emma, am I being nice to you?
Emma: doesn't answer, as she takes long slugs of milk
Mary: Emma, am I being nice to you?
Emma: still drinking
Mary: EMMAA!! am I being nice to you?
Emma: still drinking, now purposely taking way too long

(I get involved: Emma, don't be rude to your sister. Answer her question."
Emma, in a sing-songy voice: Yes, Mary.
Mary, after a brief pause: "What question did I ask you?"

Thank goodness for this little blog to help me remember some of these priceless moments that would otherwise fade away in time.