Found it

I knew I had this picture tucked away somewhere. This is Paige back in the winter of 97/98. The outfit seems to be a little whiter and a little fluffier.

And I thought we had a lot of snow yesterday!

My new favorite picture...

Little bit of snow

We had little bursts of snow storms today. Everybody (except Paige, who could care less) threw on their coats and ran out to play in it. Then it would die down and they would come in shivering. No sooner did they get their coats hung up that the snow would start up again and they would go running back out. This went on for some time.
It sure was beautiful.





Did anyone catch the Wizard of Oz last night? Jacob kept calling it the Wizard of Uz. I let them stay up a little late (OK, a lot late) and watch it. They were all so excited. Grace didn't stay up for the whole thing, of course, but she sure liked what she did see. When Dorothy started singing over the rainbow (it's stuck in your head now, isn't it?) Grace started swaying and mouthing like she was trying to sing it. She would stop only for a second when we got laughing too hard, look around and smile as if she were embarrassed, and then continue on with her song.

"Coco, isn't this show great?"

Markers

You have no idea how many times a day I hear that pop of the marker top and have to go running to snatch it away before it goes in her mouth. We buy washable, but when washable hits liquid (or saliva) it spreads, and fast. So she can have a mouthful and a face full of blue, orange, or the color of the day in under a second. What? Put them up where she can't reach them, you say? Oh, now, that would be too easy.

When Paige was this age, I sat for as long as I could hold her attention and teach her how to make circles and lines. Maybe that has something to do with her artistic talent. It didn't hurt, anyway. But I have a little more to do now than scribble for hours. But I do know that a baby has to put in some good coloring time. So I came up with a solution. Let her have the binkie. Then she can't put anything else in her mouth. Yeah, I know, I'm such a good mom.

"Christopher Columbus was an ice cream cone"

"...and his crew was from Mississippi."

Not too many of these days left

A trip to Micheals (who doesn't love a trip to Micheals?) had all the kids begging for a fun craft project. Well, you can get carrried away but I was able to talk them into those 25 cent wooden cutouts to paint. Who would have thought that they would have so much fun and spend so much time working on this simple little project?





Courtney, as always, is willing to help.



Um, or take over.



"HE-LLO - MY - NAME - IS - RO-BOT-CHU"