Eat your heart out, Donald Trump...

because Caroline has better media coverage! At the ripe old age of 5 1/2, she's already been on television and now she's been in the newspaper. A few weeks ago we visited the Towson Town Festival, a local street-fair type of thing with lots of crafts and plants for sale, free samples, etc. They had a nice area set up for kids with pony rides, moon bounce, obstacle course - and a woman from the Towson newspaper took Caroline's picture on the giant slide and asked for her name and age. Since we have connections "on the inside" (Cathy works for the Sunpaper, who owns that Towson newspaper), we got a bunch of copies of "Caroline May, 5, of Taneytown, enjoying the inflatable slide"

Another highlight of the day was "crazy hair" - they had a booth with a hairdresser who would do your up into a quick style, and then spray it whatever color you wanted. Caroline got hers done, and literally HUNDREDS of people commented on how cool it looked. Thankfully they were honest when they said the color would come out with shampoo, but the 2.7 cans of hairspray they used for the style made it rather knotty to comb out.

First they started out with an undercoat of white, so that her own haircolor didn't show through.

Here she is, Rocker Girl!

Showing all the colors - pink, green, orange, purple on the bun on top, all covered with glitter

The biggest number

Caroline came home from school yesterday and said "Mommy, I learned the biggest number you could possibly count to!"

Mommy: "Okay, what is it?"
C: "If you counted forever, it would be infidiby!"

To infidiby and beyond! heeheeheehee

An unbelievable thing....

Caroline and Daddy dyed Easter eggs (Mommy got to sleep in!)

MMmmmm, the breakfast of champions

Playing t-ball in the back yard.

Hi everybody!

(beepbeebeebeepbeebeebee) Mr. and Mrs. America, and all the ships at sea - we have an URGENT news flash! Caroline made the incredibly grown-up decision this week that it was time to put Hammie away. After nearly five years, Hammie's fabric has grown so thin that my sewing him only created more holes than it repaired. He was losing more and more of the plastic balls that made up his beanbag body, and we were finding them in her bed, on the carpet, down the stairs, etc. She said that she was okay if we put him away to save him to show her babies when she's a grown up. So I found a clear plastic box (one of the ones you use to display collectible things), and she made a label that says "Hammie the Pig July 4, 2002-May 7, 2007 Caroline, age 5" Now Hammie in his box resides on her bookshelf next to her bed where she says that he can still see her while she sleeps, and she thinks he looks happy in there. Admittedly this is not an entirely huge thing, considering that we have another identical Hammie that she says she is ready to use, but being as we've been trying to get her to accept the new Hammie for YEARS and she wouldn't, we thought this was an important step.