The Power of Justin Beiber

I found this writing assignment of Sophie's this morning and it made me laugh, so I thought I'd share:

You've met Batman, Spiderman, and Wonder Woman; Now meet...Bieber Fever! He takes down villians with a single flip of the hair. His singing makes dogs pee, pigs squeal, and mirrors crack. He shoots his own brand of nail polish out of his fingernails.

When he and Lady Gaga got in a cat fight, she threw meat at him, but she was no match for his powers. He has absolute control over the pre-teen population. With a snap of his fingers, he has everyone in the state wearing torture devices known as "skinny jeans."

Three-year-olds are reduced to tears by him, and teenagers get hysterics. How does he do it? He's Beiber Fever!

Love Story Part 1

Claire is in love. She's talked of little else for two weeks straight. I try to tell her she's only four, and there's plenty of time to plan for all that, but she's got it all figured out already. While I am mildly concerned about her level of passion, I am grateful that she is backing off the plan of marrying Todd, because it involved disposing of me. She pursued her preschool love interest pretty aggressively (which gives me cause for concern), and apparently he has acquiesced. Here is a glimpse of the passion of a 4-year-old:







But then who wouldn't want to marry an accomplished ballarina and tap dancer? She had her first recital last week, and it was cuter than cute (if only my video camera operators were not crappier than crappy):







(She was just doing her dance number titled "Funky Feet" and sang it as "Pumpkin pee")

And Eden is FINALLY walking! She took her first steps forever ago, but it's taken her a while to decide that walking is more efficient than crawling or scooting. I know my mom loves this beginning walking stage, so I took some video: