We’re taking our baking seriously round here. This came in the mail on Tuesday. The 25 pound bag weighs almost as much as Sophie.
Sophie is thrilled when she thinks of all the bread she’ll be eating.
The girls are fascinated by bandaids. They will use any sticker to cover up their imaginary wounds.
And recently have been pulling the price tags off my canned goods and sticking them on their legs.
Bella is always eager to help Sophie with the bandaid placement.
I’ve been fascinated by Bella’s block structures recently.
Check out that symmetry!
Bella has torn apart this little notepad and is coloring on all the pages. She has informed me that they are ‘notices’. No idea where she got that word.
The other day she brought this drawing to Theresa and told her, “Auntie Tree, I drew you a song. I drew you a song, Auntie Tree.”
Theresa said, “Oh what song did you draw me?”
“The one about the blackbird.”
“Oh this one? Blackbird singing in the dead of night… Take these broken wings and learn to fly…” Theresa sang.
Some day she could make a pile of money selling these. She’s already got the marketing down
Today’s theme at library story time was barnyard animals. The art project was finger painting. Big bowls of brown paint that looked exactly like chocolate pudding were to be smeared all over these cute pink pigs to make them muddy.
Bella sat at a table with two other little girls. One girl was totally into the tactile experience, both hands deep in the paint, smearing it on until the paper was about to disintegrate. She didn’t want to stop but her mother and grandmother forced her away to the bathroom to clean up. The other girl only used one hand and barely dipped the tips of her fingers into the paint. Her pig had a little smear of mud on his hindquarters but remained mostly pink. She couldn’t be persuaded to do any more. Bella fell somewhere between the two extremes. She wasn’t fastidious—both hands got pretty brown—but she did have a certain tidiness about her. Her pig was thoroughly smeared; but there was something calculated almost methodical about the way she proceeded.
It was Bella’s first experience finger painting. I’m so grateful to our local librarians for providing all sorts of art experiences that I just would never get around to doing.
Today Bella has learned how to fasten barrettes.
Poor Sophie became her model.
Watch out, Daddy, she’s coming for you next.
Count them, there are ten.