Uh oh!

Gemma tipped over our (faux) tree and had big handfuls of twiggy faux mulch. When I spied her in this position, I told her "No!" Loudly and hurried aver to where she was at. Gemma's response? Shove the mulch in her mouth and cackle at my look of horror.

Saturday is brrr...

It was almost 60 degrees here on Friday and when we got up, the sun was shining on Saturday morning. Seemed like a perfect excuse to get out to the woods and do some walking!

So, we packed everyone up with a picnic lunch and headed out to Cuivre River state park. When we arrived, We discovered our favorite playground was not open and therefore our favorite trail wasn't open either. So... We improvised. We ate our lunch in the car and then hit the trails. Which is when we discovered that is was only 40 degrees outside and a few of us were terribly under dressed. Oh well! Hike on!

It was a gorgeous, crisp afternoon and just what we needed after a busy week. Although halfway through the hike I think John and I both questioned why we were doing it. Two complaining kids can make even a peaceful,pretty walk a tortuous affair! By the end, one of them was sobbing because they were convinced we wouldn't ever see the car again. The other was alternating between crying about a wet shoe and having cold hands. Making family memories!

How to...

Crawl and carry things. It is hard to crawl and carry something in your hand. Much easier to just carry your favorite sock in your mouth. Yummy!

Pantry

Oh Hello!
 
This is my favorite place!  It is fun to pull up and has so many things to look at and chew on.  Makes Mom pretty nervous, but I think she should quit worrying.  I totally have this standing up thing!  Just don't look too closely at the bumps and scrapes on my face... 

An experiment..

In an effort to get Gemma sleeping somewhere other than my closet, we have put the two big kids together in the same room.

Will we regret it?

Will anyone ever sleep again?

They are both sleeping here, which surprisingly wasn't as hard as we thought it might be. Which only means tomorrow we will think it will be a piece of cake and it will be awful.

It's still a pretty rough set up. Neither John or I were certain enough to so massive amounts of furniture rearranging and moving. We shall see...

Conversations

In the car, we drive by a small war memorial in our city just about anytime we go anywhere. There is a plaque, many pairs of metal boot sculptures lining the pavement, a burning torch, and a small parking area. We talk about it from time to time and this weekend as we were driving by, the following conversation happened.

William: mom, dad?
Dad: yes William?
William: sometimes I feel sad. I feel sad for all those people over there who lost their boots in Missouri. I hope they find their boots soon.
Mom: (laughing) (John and I cannot look at each other without bursting out laughing)

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Today at lunch:

William: but what did she look like? (Grandma Heidt)
John: oh... Well (distracted by helping Amelia with her lunch)
William: what color was her hair?
John: it was shiny and dark brown. Sometimes it looked black.
William: what color were her eyes?
John: gray. Sometimes they were blue, but most of the time they were gray.
William: what color was her skin?
John: white.
William: what?
John: her skin was the same color as ours William. Whatever you want to call it.
William: my skin is peachy colored. I'm peach. Was grandma peachy too?*




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Gemma wants to dance

Here is Gemma peeking in the doorway to the dance studio. She would love to be with the big girls!