The face we try to avoid . . .
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Ants Go Marching
I caught Lila at the piano playing a rather vivacious rendition of, "The Ants Go Marching." She sang this for her end of the year program which included the hand motions when singing, "Horah, horah."
Times Have Changed
My no-napped girls fell asleep on the way home from picking Savannah up from school. They both transferred like little babies. It brings back all of those times I treked up the stairs to plop one in the crib and then doing it all over again with the other. There is something about a limp child in my arms that puts a smile on my face.
Adeline stayed sound asleep until forced to wake up for a family run. Lila popped up much sooner in order to put on her "running clothes." Even though she sits in a comfortable recline, nibbling on a tasty snack, running clothes are necessary. The flip flops aren't part of the outfit, just an attempt to get mommy to buy her some.
Adeline stayed sound asleep until forced to wake up for a family run. Lila popped up much sooner in order to put on her "running clothes." Even though she sits in a comfortable recline, nibbling on a tasty snack, running clothes are necessary. The flip flops aren't part of the outfit, just an attempt to get mommy to buy her some.
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