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!
