Now there's a title that's meaningless to most everyone. But if you're still reading, good for you, you inquisitive soul. Basically, the title means that it's the last day of February, and tradition demands that the first word I utter after midnight tonight must be "Rabbit." If I want the share of good fortune intended for me, that is. And I'm not a bit superstitious. But I like cheap entertainment, and that qualifies. The "wrapping up" part refers to sharing my remaining February pictures of all the grandkids, because, alas, I won't see any of them again until next Tuesday. So, drum roll, please . . . .
Let's take a look at Evan's workout regime.
First to the equestrian events.
Now gymnastics.
And now we combine the all-American pastime,
baseball, with tetherball. There's a lot less chasing
of the ball for Grandpa, I guarantee you.
Hunter plays with a favorite book, "The Lost Coin."
Each page has a creature or object with a narrow slit
into which a gold coin can be slipped. All the kids
like this book, but Hunter most of all. He especially
likes for the deadly shark to devour the coin. Which
he (the shark, not Hunter) then spits out again!
Bri and Grandma relax with paint by water.
Our artistic genes are apparent.
When Hunter's train crashes, a battery pops out
No problem, because his Cookie Monster puppet
is there to retrieve it. Of course, Hunter has to
facilitate (by finally placing the battery in Cookie
Monster's mouth). Well, we all need help sometimes.
Different day, same train. Evan enjoys
setting up an obstacle course for the locomotive.
Note our latest innovation. Instead of the track,
we now use a hula hoop, which the train dutifully
follows in circles. None of those pesky derailments
you have with tracks. Not that there's anything wrong
with that!
Yes, I'm sure many more crashes are in our future!
This gumball machine (yard sale years ago)
is perfectly fine for dispensing marbles (non-
consumable, of course). The allure of watching
them race down the spiral is undeniable. And
fortunately, the children like it, too. Ahem.
Claire prepares to create art. But it's so
distracting having fruit and muffins close at hand.
I think Claire would rather color a picture
that isn't already there.
Grandma decides this is a Kodak moment.
But we're not quite ready!
On second attempt, Claire and Grandpa
are a little more prepared.
And on the third try, all three say "cheese"
just right! Meanwhile, there great-great-great-
Grandma and Grandpa Loyd look on stoically.
Evan has grown quite attached to our
roaring T-Rex. He gives Grandma a real thrill.
When Bri was younger, balancing this eagle
seemed like magic, but it wasn't easy.
Now that she's older, she's become a
magician herself!
In one of those frequent serendipitous moments,
on the same day Bri brought her book about beetles,
Grandma detects a black beetle that had come in
with our firewood.
Bri's been familiar with beetles around our
house since she was a baby. But they've
usually been outside.
They play like old friends.
And here's Bri's "Beautiful Beetle Book."
"Little beetle, do you want me to read
you a book?"
"It's all about you and your cousins."
And now, I'm out of pictures, so I think
I'll do as Bri's chalkboard message suggests.
