It’s a bit warmer in the mornings now when we go out to wait for the bus, so I’ve been putting Anna in her coat and boots so she can come out with us to wait. And then we go right back out in the afternoon to catch the bus home, and play a bit after that. The girls love playing in the snow! I think maybe next winter I should find myself some snowpants, though…
A conversation with Anna…
Anna: Say, “‘appy”!
Me: Say “happy”?
Anna: Say, “app-oh joose”.
Me: …apple juice?
Anna: Say, “app-oh”!
Me: Apple!
Anna: Say, “da-da!
Me: Da-da!
Anna: (giggling madly)
Me: Say, “belly button”!
Anna: (looks at me like I’ve lost my mind)
(Apparently, I misunderstood the nature of the game.)
Carrie and I built our first snowman of the season today after school.
Carrot nose, almond eyes and mouth – the local critters are going to have a feast tonight!
The sweater is done! Look:
I can’t believe I knit a whole sweater in 17 days, that not only fits but looks really great on me too. :)
And another first: Carrie’s first snow day off from school. Between a superintendent’s day, the trip, February break, the past three days when she’s been out sick, and today’s snow day, she’s attended school for 6 days in February. (To be fair, there have only been 13 days when school was actually in session, but still…)
And although I appreciate not having to listen to a long list of school closings on the radio, why does the automated call notifying the parents of a snow day happen at 5:56 AM? The bus doesn’t come until 8:30, surely they could have waited until 7 or so before ringing the phone?
They’re predicting over a foot of snow in the next 24 hours or so. Normally I’d scoff at this (I mean, it’s Rochester, and February, of course there’s going to be snow) but I’ve been stuck in the house with a sick child for three days and there is no milk or bread left. Bread I can make, but I don’t have a cow out back in reserve, so I guess I’ll have to brave the snow and the crowds and go find us some supplies…
Carrie is out sick from school today, her first actual sick day this year. Definitely tomorrow too. Poor kid.
I took Carrie ice skating today for the first time, so she could wear the pink ice skates Santa was kind enough to bring her. I pretty much remembered how to skate forwards without falling, but I had a really hard time helping Carrie figure it out. She did make it around the rink three whole times, and only fell a couple of times.
We’re both signed up for lessons starting in a couple of weeks. I have to be crazy, but I never managed to teach myself how to skate backwards, and as long as I’m going to be going to the rink every Saturday morning for six weeks anyway, I may as well get out on the ice instead of sitting on the cold bleachers!
Yesterday I noticed how big my big girl has gotten recently. You know how puppies – the little 2 month old puppies you bring home – have short little stubby legs and round little bellies and soft, short little faces? And then a few months later, before the adult dog emerges, they become sort of juvenile puppies, with oddly long legs and huge paws and longer, more defined faces.
Carrie has hit that stage. She seems to have grown overnight, into impossibly long legs and really big feet, and something about her face has changed – her nose? the shape of her eyes? – to look older. Suddenly it seems appropriate for her to be watching Arthur and Electric Company instead of Sesame Street and Dora.
They grow up too fast. It’s such a cliché, but it’s true. Much too fast.
Hello there, I’m Bizzy Sheep…OK, not really, but I’m knitting an entire sweater during the Olympics as Bizzy Sheep (from our Dizzy Sheep daily deal website). I have to be crazy, but the yarn, the pattern, and even the buttons conspired to make me temporarily lose my mind and agree to do this. It’s the yarn fumes, I tell you.
