Eighteen Months

February 11 marked eighteen months since our youngest was born.  I couldn’t bear to let the day pass without some pictures of her at this age.


I gave her a cookie to eat while I took pictures and hoped for the best.


At 18 months her favorite activities are climbing things, emptying drawers and cabinets, and following the big kids around to do whatever they’re doing.


Her favorite song is Popcorn Popping.  I love watching her wave her arms and dance with excitement when we sing it.  The Itsy Bitsy Spider is also a favorite.


Her favorite passa is all of them.  She’s partial to pink, but she prefers to carry at least two with her so she can rotate them into her mouth when the one she’s sucking on gets too warm.  She likes them cold.


Her favorite clothes are dresses.  She has enough big sisters to know that they’re special.  And shoes.  She’s definitely a shoe girl.


Her favorite night time activities are baths and brushing her teeth.  She raids the toothbrushes if anyone leaves a stool out and carries them around the house with her.  She also loves books.  She doesn’t care what you read to her so long as you do it.


Her favorite toys are baby dolls and playmobil.  She really just wants to do whatever the big kids are doing.


Her favorite word is “NO.”  She uses it for both yes and no, so we watch for a no with an enthusiastic jump to interpret the yes.  My favorite phrase right now is “I wuv ooo”.  Talk about cute!  I also love hearing her say the names of her brothers and sisters.


I love this little girl.  I love her eyes, her smile, the way her hair curls in back.  I love watching her run away from me, then look back to make sure I am following.  She is such a gift.

HH

Hello Snow

We woke up to this:


It’s my kind of snowstorm.  As I drove the children to school there were huge flakes everywhere, perfectly covered trees, and NO SNOW on the roads.  So unusual.  I kept telling them to look at how beautiful it is and my ten year old son said, “Mom, this is the first time I’ve heard you say something nice about snow.”


Truly, if the roads were off-limits then I would probably be a huge fan of snow.  I just hate driving in it.  I called my husband and told him it’s the most beautiful snowstorm I can remember and he, too, was shocked to hear me say it.


I guess I need to start saying nicer things about winter and snow.

As I type this I can see the reflection of snow-covered trees in my monitor.  Every few seconds another branch gives way slightly, and a pile of snow goes falling to the ground.  It’s so pretty.

See, I did it.  I said another nice thing about snow.


The depth measured 7 1/2 inches on my ruler, more in some places.


I’m not sure how or why, but we had that much on our driveway, too.  I spent an hour shoveling it off.  The powder was light as a feather, but there was just so much of it!  I looked around the street at all my neighbors who hadn’t shoveled, and they had only 2-3 inches on their driveways.  Bizarre.  My only guess is that with our north facing house, the sun rarely warms our driveway in the winter.  Perhaps our driveway started collecting snow long before everyone else’s did.


Oh well.  It’s beautiful.


As long as the roads don’t get bad.  Then I might have to take it all back.


Hopeful Homemaker

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