|I just want a picture of my artwork ... not of my face!|
Leo had walked Xavier and Naomi to school.
Rhiannon was waiting for her turn to be taken to daycare.
Mary was taking her lunch out of the fridge.
I asked her if she was going to give her salad to a homeless man, as she did last week when she went down the street a few blocks to buy a salad for lunch.
|"OK. I will peak out just a little."|
Rhiannon was wanting me to see her art work. And she wanted me to take a picture of it -- just the artwork, not her face.
This masterpiece was created with crayons, a white board and a hair dryer. She and I were trying to figure out where we could hang it in her room.
|"Can you stand on one foot like this?"|
Balancing is tricky at this house.
Naomi is trying to do it on one leg, while swinging the other florescent green casted leg.
I try to keep my balance by leaping over the dog's leash as she circles my feet.
|"I only have one foot!"|
Or practising hop scoth ... for we are sure that spring is on its way.