Remember how winter is the worst? I won't show ALL the screen shots I took of the despicable weather, but my sister has them. I sent them to her daily. Because she is warm and in California. However, she desparately misses winter, and I would miss winter too. If it ever left. Or didn't last 6-7 months here.
Lucy. My sweet, beautiful, fiercely independent baby. She can pull my laptop out of it's storage location, take it to a place of her choosing, open it, turn it on, and type away. The storage location of my laptop has now been changed to a much higher position! Suffice it to say, I cannot use it during normal Lucy operating hours.
She's here with a friend, Charlotte. Lucy LOVES babies.
Lilly had a great cheer season this year.
She also had to get an expander put in her mouth to force her jaw to grow. Each night for two weeks I had to put a little key in the middle part of the appliance and turn it each night to force her jaw to grow. It was horrifying. I did not sign up for that when I agreed to be a parent.
Ok, one more weather screen shot. Because this one had igloos. IGLOO.
More cheer fun!
Lilly signed up for the completely optional science fair. We tried to talk her out of it and then we told her she was completely on her own since the project had been pushed off until the night before the fair. I have no idea where she gets such procrastination skills (it's me, she gets it from me). This girl pulled out my paper supply and found all the coordinating paper and did the ENTIRE project by herself! We were very proud of her. Her project was how to self inlfate balloons using vinegar and baking soda.
There are no winners in optional science fairs. Unless you consider that they're all winners for participating in volumtary science. Or not.
Lucy and Jack had a rough couple of weeks at the end of February and beginning of March. Lots of sickness around here. But we all have faith that spring will be here soon!!
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Yay, phone update!! Great storytelling involved in the lives of my cute grandchildren.
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