Breezin' Along With Bri

The Friday before Christmas Brianna and

Hunter spent a few hours with us.  I've already

posted a blog about Hunter's activities. Here's

the heads-up on Bri's busy day.

First, we have a hungry baby.  Bri sets

the table and starts to round up some vittles.

"Mine tastes a little gritty. 

 How about yours, Baby?"

"I think I needed to sift the sand a little longer."

Bri has played on the glide swing at Claire's

house, but today was the first time she showed

much interest in this old relic of ours.  But

she climbed on all by herself and pumped away.

This hobby horse is even older than the

swing, but still has enough bounce for

this two year-old.

Hunter's not the only one who plays ball.

And Bri had the most fun kicking the ball

through a pile of leaves.

Off to the front porch to see what's going

on.  Bri cradles a plastic Baby Jesus from

an old nativity scene.

Let's pull this musical wagon around

for a while.

Meanwhile, Hunter wants to see if he's

big enough to navigate Bri's tricycle.

It's a real challenge with the handlebars

turned backwards.  And you'd have to

be a giant to reach those pedals!

Fortunately, big sister is always there

to lend a helping hand . . .

and I do mean always!

Bri had a love/hate relationship with

this plastic spider we found in the garage.

When Bri agrees to a ride in the double

stroller, she gives very specific instructions

for draping a blanket over the top.

Her riding partner, Hunter, laughs,
"So you think you can stroll me to sleep?  Ha!"

(See previous blog)

When Grandma and Hunter head inside

for a while, Bri leads Grandpa to one of

her special places and sets up a reading

corner in -- our canoe!

Everything has to be laid out just so

for the reading magic to take place.

This vintage Santa Claus pop-up book

fascinated Bri for a good while.

Merry Christmas to All!

"Yeah, that's what I thought he'd say."

Can't stay in one place for too long.

Might get sleepy.

So Bri hauls her reading chair 100 yards

to the sand pile.

I think she must be expecting an extra guest

for this holiday tea party. Or whatever.

You've heard of re-fried beans?

Well, these are re-raked leaves.

They get raked over and over again by Bri.

Bri found a single un-mated work glove

of mine and I decided to show her all

my other work gloves.

That included a pair labeled with a big

capital "A."  Those were Mommy's

(Amanda's) first work gloves back when

she was "Daddy's Little Helper."

I see a little family resemblance.  And

Amanda, you can take those gloves home

for your little helper anytime!