OK, so I didn’t buy the digital camera. The one I was planning to purchase got mixed reviews. My second choice is a little bulky. I might need to expand my search. 
Saturday, the Bean and I were out and about with Torey and the Peanut. The two Legumes, were walking hand in hand, talking a blue streak. “I can’t believe I left my camera at home.” Torey said. “And I didn’t bring my laptop.” I said, snapping my fingers. She burst out laughing and made me give her a high five. Making Paul or one of my siblings laugh hard is a gold star on my chart.
Jack is a busy boy and a tease. He likes to strike a pose and then dash right before the shot.
My Professional Life
Einstein’s Protege
Yesterday Christopher had the idea to help the Legumes build a snow guinea pig…I don’t know.
Soon he was poring through a book about animals, pen in hand, making a list of all the other snow creatures they wanted to make. He was so sweet with the girls, showing them pictures, making suggestions and listening to their ideas.
This is what they came up with:
Adult and young croc.
Beaver, Bear, cat, cobra
turtle, Duck & Eggs, mouse,
rabbit, slug, snail,
Squirrel, Worm.
We scrounged around and found a couple empty spray bottles which we filled with water and a few drops of food coloring to color the snow. Then I got the little girls bundled (no small job) and threw them outside. Although it was in the low 30’s – which is now warm for us – the wind was blowing ferociously and I didn’t have a lot of hope they would stay out long. But it was quite some time before I heard a small knock and muffled wailing at the front door. It was Eden who had hurt her hand. Quite a bit later I heard a loud wailing at the back door. This time it was Ren covered with a light dusting of snow, Lydia in tow and Christopher not far behind. He had been throwing snow.
After tending to the needs of the wounded, the indignant and the unrepentant, I chose to be thankful for the thirty minutes of quiet and peace.
Three Things Thursday
Three things I love about Paul:
1. He makes me laugh. He’s what we, in my extended family, call a “square” or “straight arrow” – someone who can get from A to Z without getting lost in the laundry room. Despite his attention to details and his out and out passion for systems he’s not a humorless lad. He has quite a silly streak. Sometimes when we’re throwing it back and forth he’ll let out this shriek that sounds like something being slaughtered, but he’s just pretending to be scared by my threats which I find very gratifying. On special occasions he’ll throw his hands up by his face and wave them back and forth while he is shrieking. This is especially good.
2. He’s a square. I am what we call a “circle”. I rarely make it from A to Z period and am frequently lost in the laundry room. After a lot of time and effort I am able to run our household fairly smoothly but it would be a nightmare if he wasn’t pulling in the same direction.
3. He’s a looker.
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