I keep thinking about scenes from Snow Falling On Cedars as the water drips down the roof.
I bribed her to take a nap with the promise of snowflake-shaped brownies.
We worked on spelling her name - which she can now do - and unfortunately, she practiced on more than paper when I was drafting a response to a settlement offer.
That's my couch.
Everything is encased and stopped in time, some looking like shiny encrusted jewels and others like Pompeii victims.
I picked up a few things at the grocery last night in preparation including a tiny set of valentine cookie cutters, perfect for playdough.
The tree behind my husband this evening is now in the street.
My tulips sing softly their promises of Spring.
1.27.2009
Ice Day & Working From Home
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It looks like a cozy sort of Tuesday. The letters M and H on the sofa (clearly) is her attempt to write My Honey Wu. Only a Wu could crack the code however--that and a mom who has seen her share of writing on walls and other taboo surfaces. This apple didn't fall far from the tree.
stay warm! hugs to all.
ahh...nice post of crisp air, sweet baby & hubby and beautiful tulips. A song of winter, almost! ;)
ahh...nice post of crisp air, sweet baby & hubby and beautiful tulips. A song of winter, almost! ;)
What a great day (well, except for the couch). :-) Be sure to have Barry tell you the story of Kristen and the crayons.
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