Of shoes and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings

Yesterday Olivia was having a "phone conversation," using my hairclip as a phone--she was talking to the Little Mermaid Ariel. She said "Ariel, please be happy--you're a girl." Later on, "Ariel, please don't swim anymore--you're married. You wear a dress." I had to stifle a laugh. You've gotta love three-year-old talk.

Our graduate

Brent got his Ph.D. last Thursday and Friday (technically I don't know which day, but I don't think it matters). Mom and Dad Pickett came down to celebrate with us, and it was a lot of fun. We're all really proud of him and his accomplishment.