Treasure Chest

I was tearing my room apart this morning trying to find my passport. No, no, I haven't resumed my CIA activities. Joe asked me to get all of our passports in order for our family trip a year from now, with the Alexander clan. I just had to tell you how funny it was, applying for Janie's passport. Name - Jane Eleanor Alexander. Date of Birth 5-9-07. Height-. Hmmm. 2 feet, 4 inches. LOL. Isnt that so funny? I had a good chuckle :)


Anyhoo - one of the places I looked for our passports was my cedar chest. That thing is packed full of memories, I'm tellin' ya. Well, I don't think Gracie had ever seen it open. I don't think she knew that it DID open and you should have seen her face. "It's a treasure chest!" She exclaimed. She nabbed Davey's blanket and ran away with it. LOL. I feel bad, bad because my first impulse was to scold her for taking something of Daveys, but I held my tongue. It was just so cute to see her eyes light up with the prospect of "treasure" hiding in Daddy's room. (It's definitely not "Mommy's room," that's for sure. Everything is "Daddy's" nowadays. She adores him, as she should.)


Here's where I wish I was today...Kauai with Davey :)