The Vortex of Doom
After an enlightening conversation with Nana a few days ago, the "behavior vortex of doom" can now also be referred to as "growing up".
I can hear all you parents out there, chuckling knowingly.
Chapter 2
The Renovations
Ah, friends. The kitchen is still not complete. A replacement cabinet seems to have fallen off the face of the Earth, and for Thomasville to replace it, they must first plant the sapling from which it can be made.
The plumbers were here today fixing the bathroom sink and giving a quote for a putting a second bathroom in the basement. The plumber had a quick look at the sump pump as well, just because, and apparently it's not a sump pump. Let's just say that the words "sewage" and "pit" were used in the same sentence, and if J is reading this before he has talked to me, he may want to call home. Heh.
Chapter 3
The Artist
We all know UV is a genius. Ever since we hooked her up to that computer and then it started smoking because she was smarter then that computer, we knew. I'm going to go ahead and add 'artist' to the mix. It's not surprising, since our families are both very artistic.
Crayons are the media of choice, but the walls next to her fort attest to the fact that paper need not be her only canvas.
She spends a good part of everyday drawing, or asking me to spell her name, or to draw things for her to identify. It's difficult to draw for her, as she puts her face as close to the junction between crayon and paper as possible. That way she doesn't have to wait so long to discover what I'm drwing. Oma showed her how to draw a circle, and she practices those methodically. Today she drew a spiked line and said "hand!" and then "toes!"

Her specialty is to fill every single page of my notebooks with
a scribble or two. I do love my new stationary.
She does seem to favour the left hand (yesss! I win!), but she doesn't use it exclusively.

Apart from that, she's cracking us up in the evenings with goofy antics and singing "Happy Birthday".
1 comment:
Nadia,
Thank you so much for keeping a historical record of how awesome our child is. It makes me so happy and proud to have the two of you in my life. You are the best mother ever! Hopefully my mom is not reading this...
Great post!
Jesse
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