But I've no wish to bore you lamenting my domestic duties. Photos from our snow day on Thursday.
My snow angel
He had high hopes of a snow fort or, at a minimum, a snowman, but it was parched-dry powder.
So instead, he decided to dump it on me.
100 years ago he would be trudging towards the pole on some Antarctic adventure.
Daddy's shoes
More photos of the kids in their PJs!
What? Are you just now noticing how ridiculously cute I am?
And if we're going to get all technical & braggy, the pretend play is exponentially increasing. Though is using shoes and the phone appropriately really pretending? Dunno. Doesn't matter - LOOKIT THE INDEX FINGER! (and? dressed)
Also on the braggy spectrum - As part of the book cleanse, I gathered up all the Christmas books. My girl (naturally) knocked them all off the table and then brought me one to read. Story about the animals in the nativity/manger (? - sorry, my lack of religious training shines through). Anyway, there was a cow. (In the book. I don't know about the frequency of domesticated cattle in the middle east 2000 odd years ago.) A real-ish looking brown cow with horns. Which looked nothing like the cartoonish black and white cow in Moo Baa Lalala. I asked her where the cow was though and she pointed. Wheee! I remember her brother was late to talk (with the fun associated melt downs when he couldn't communicate) - then he suddenly just got it. And it was exponential.
[Would I be negative nancy if I acknowledged this is all receptive and/or signing and not verbal? Dunno. I still find it just .... marvelous. I mean it's not like we have a lot of cows around us for her to be otherwise familiar with them. My baby sister's impressions of the midwest notwithstanding]
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