Dear Greg, I want a...

Remember this post from a few weeks ago?  The one where I made fun of Greg a whole bunch for being a gun-slinging hick, posted a bunch of pictures of guns, and mentioned briefly that I wanted a BOB?  Well, for the first time in his life, Greg read my blog (this is where I keep all my secrets I don't want Greg to know)--because it had pictures of guns on it, he said.  Less than a week later, this little beauty showed up on my doorstep (actually in my garage; the UPS guy was too lazy to make the walk up the stairs and around the house to the front door).  

Yes they are still in the PJs.  It was a Monday and Mondays are pajama day at our house.  And Alice picked out her slippers all by herself. She loves those newborn-sized slipped because they jingle when she walks.

That's right, I write/feature guns on my blog and I get the stroller I've been coveting since I thought about having a second child.

So now...

I want a piano, 

and a van.

(Hopefully this little trick works again)