The very old Jeep that A. bought a few months ago came with all the pieces to enclose the vehicle, and A. got them all put on to protect the interior (such as it is) from rain and snow.
So sporty.
I think we might be in the last years of having a kid small enough to curl up on the heating vent in the kitchen.
Every single kid does this when they're little. It's an instinct.
I made French toast for the kids' after-church breakfast last Sunday and was very gratified that the egg and milk mixture was exactly enough for the pieces of bread I had cut, without having any left over or any bread that was too dry.
So satisfying.
Poppy seems to be susceptible to coughs, and it helps her to breathe in steam under a towel with her face over a bowl of hot water. She doesn't like it much, but it does help.
This week she was overseen by Moby Chomper, the giant stuffed fish requested and received by the middle son last year at the high school gift exchange. Moby Chomper is going to feature in a fly-fishing demonstration youngest son is helping with at the Christmas talent show, so we needed to get Moby to school. I put him on my chair at the table so he wouldn't get forgotten. From there, he kept an eye on the steaming.
It was very funny.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
1 comment:
That stuffed fish is funny but probably would give me nightmares if it were in my house.
Poppy has the right idea, curling up over a vent!
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