Unless you are an absolute nerd who frequents the tech forum you probably don’t see many animated gifs anymore or even know what those are since they were popular on the web well before your time. Well, Rebecca had to have one so I made hers. You may need to wait for a minute for it to appear since it’s a larger file.
Go ahead and watch it all day.
We went sledding this last Saturday. At least Brooke, Caroline, and I did. Rebecca and Spencer stayed at home. Caroline immediately decided that sledding was too scary. She wasn’t able to handle a 10 ft. long hill with a 5% slope on it. Brooke on the other hand loved it and was more than happy to take up the slack for Caroline just wanting to skip out and go home. Brooke started out small, but by the end was wanting to ride the long hill. You can see that in the video.
One kid looking at the camera:
The other kid looking:
Or both looking and smiling…even if one is picking his nose?
We have been reading up a storm these days. Our routine is to hit up the weekly story time at the library, check out tons of new books, and then come home and read, read, read.
The kids aren’t picky about where they read. The kitchen floor will do:
Inside the pantry is a good place too, apparently:
When I go to the library I put Spencer in a stroller so I can confine him while I choose books and checkout. Every week I hope he’ll be content in his stroller the entire time, but usually within five minutes he’s begging to get out so he can push the stroller all over, pull books off the shelf, play with the little toys and stuffed animals, and get drink after drink from the drinking fountain. This last week when I showed him that truck book, he hyperventilated from excitement for a moment then promptly crawled into the stroller and quietly looked at the pictures the rest of the time we were at the library. He did scream for a second when I had to pry the book from his clenched fingers to let the librarian check it out, but once it was restored to him he was a happy fellow again. I will never tire of his undying love for trucks. I will also never tire of hearing him echo me as I say the trucks’ names, especially when we get to the “giant excavator.”
Oma was passing through our part of town and stopped for a short visit. She was here at the perfect time to read a couple bedtime stories to the kids:
