Vanity Fair published the pics of the Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes baby and she is gorgeous I have to say…

I sort of feel bad now for believing all of the stuff people were saying about it being a fake baby or an alien because Cruise is such a freak. Can you imagine having a photo spread of you done by Annie Leibovitz when you’re 3 months old? You can’t find baby pics of yourself when you’re older? Just reference October 2006 of Vanity Fair and there you are! Weird.

We had the delightful Lizzie D over to play again and whilst the two blonde beauties were playing in Hadley’s room, there was an incident and now Princess, the fish, is dead. To my utter shock and horror, Hadley starts yelling at Lizzie “LIZZIE! You killed my fish! Why did you kill my fish??” She then proceeds to say to Lisa (Lizzie’s mom), “Lisa, Lizzie killed my fish. Will you get me another one?”

I was more than embarrassed. Luckily, Lisa is a good friend and knows the ways of my precocious daughter but I was still mortified. I don’t think I spoke to an adult until I was 13. I sure as shit didn’t tell any adult what to do. I think I would just grunt and make eyes at my mom and mutter what I wanted to her so SHE could tell the adult what I wanted. Anyway, my point is, I wasn’t precocious so I have a hard time dealing with Hadley’s precociousness. I want her to be respectful above all and not perceived as a brat because she is not one. Sigh…

Anyway, this evening I told her she could bury Princess in the garden. I go to get the fish net and look for a proper container/casket for the thing when Hadley appears with water dripping from her hand.

“I got it, Mom. Let’s go.” She says standing by the back door holding the dead fish in her little hand.

She just ran into her room, stuck her hand in the bowl, and grabbed the fish. I thought that was so odd but in the best possible way. I love her enthusiasm. It’s refreshing. She’s got moxie.

We went down to her little garden and I dug a hole. Hadley dropped in Princess and covered her up. I told her that when you bury someone you should talk about what they meant to you or say something nice.

“She was a good fish.” She said thoughtfully. And then with her next breath she said excitedly“C’mon mom, help me dig her back up again. I want to see what she looks like now!”

No, we will not be exhuming the fish remains after he is buried.

During the whole fish burial Finn was next to us, climbing the grape arbor picking grapes, eating them and singing about them. It was an interesting scene and will be a funny memory.

I’m growing his hair out now just for sport and it is painfully cute.Many would say “unkempt” but I think it fits his personality. I’ll cut it when I bore of it but for now, it suits him.

Still feeling crappy. Achy and stiff and tired tired tired. It’s 9:17pm as I type and I have to get to bed. Yes, I am 33 in the body of a 89 year old. It’s Project Runway night though so of course I have to watch that first.

Wishing you a lovely Thursday people. For the longest time I had a deep hatred for the day Thursday because that was when I had piano lessons.  Interesting the things you remember…or not so interesting…

How beautiful was this Vogue shoot of Kirstin Dunst as Marie Antoinette? Fascinating article too…I literally can’t wait for this flick.