The Artist

  Erik in play dough form.  Not sure about the leg injury.

 

 

We started another art class.  This is our family under an apple tree.  Looks about right to me.

Yesterday Ryan had a birthday party to go to so Erik and I hung out at the little zoo while Ryan partied at the museum.  Erik had a party to go to also but he caught Ryan’s cold and has a nasty cough, which he usually shares with anyone near him.  I thought I would be safe and not have him coughing all over the other two and three year olds.  He seemed to be getting a little better, but today he is much worse so we stayed home.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I thought it would be nice for Erik to get a little cupcake since he missed his party so I bought him one when I got an allergy one for Ryan.  This is the shirt I chose for the chocolate cupcake.  Please enjoy it for the last time!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, the romance!

 

 

 

Got Cute!

We got a new picture of our girl.  It’s a little blurry but fun to see such a cute smile!  Foster mom put her in the sweater we sent her and used the hair clip we sent too.

 

Got Pudding?

  Ryan could not believe Erik’s luck when he saw the pictures of him writing in pudding a while back.  When he saw some more in the fridge…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are finishing up with owls. 

We’ve Got a Sleuth

At dinner last night Ryan broke the news: “ I know Santa isn’t real.  Want to know how I know?”  Of course we were all ears.  “I saw the ‘Santa’ paper in your closet.”  We could tell he was figuring it out this year.  After I told him to keep out of my closet (which also holds his birthday present which he also now knows all about) he began to clear up the whole Santa thing for us.  “I mean, reindeer can’t fly and how can he go around the whole world.”  He thought it was beyond funny and promised not to ruin it for his brother.  His only problem was, “Then who ate all of the cookies?”

 Ahhh, new play dough

 

 

 

 

 

 

What a Year!

 

 

 

We have a new writer in the house!

 

 

Weaver

Gramma got Ryan a weaving kit.  Oh, the memories.  We had drawers full when I was of weaving age.  Each of them had lightly browned edges and each of us had slightly burned fingertips.

 

 

 

 The first of many I’m sure!