Andrew has been fascinated this weekend by a green balloon that made its way into our backyard. He looks out the window, points to it and says 'ball.' He has found this very interesting and when I brought him to the window tonight to demonstrate his fascination with it, he got a huge smile on his face.
I've often thought Andrew is only concerned with where his daddy is because all I hear is "where's dadda?" Erik (and now many other people) assure me that when I'm not around, all they hear is, "mamma" (over and over again).
Sophia has a few new favorite phrases-'what a flop' and 'what a shame.' She is two weeks into her ice skating lessons. This past week didn't go as well. She didn't nap that afternoon and of course fell asleep in the car on the way home from grandma and grandpa's house. I woke her up to eat before we left for lessons and she never quite recovered. She was easy to spot on the ice rink-she was the one lying on her back, crying for the majority of the lesson. Today we took her to a local rink (now that we are finally above 0 again) to practice. She did a good job once she slowed down. She has my perfectionism though-we tried to march all the way across the rink and if she fell at all, she made us start back at the beginning again.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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