Weekend mornings (at daddy's work)

On the weekends, we really love to just keep it low key when we can.  The girls prefer it that way--to the extent they LITERALLY will not go to get ice cream, the park, NOTHING--I guess a product of having to leave all during the week...

so when we can, even if we do go out, it's for something with just us. Calm and peaceful.  Daddy has been watching the ducks outside his building at work--and thought it would be something we'd enjoy, and we did.  We got some doughnuts from our favorite Doughnut Factory in Hilliard, brought some bread from home and headed up.

Beanie was really getting into the throwing part, where Cora was much more content to watch and take it all in.

The ducks enjoyed our visit and the girls enjoyed them and the beautiful morning as well.  Thanks daddy for the awesome idea and God for the glorious morning ( and all the rest too :))

Daddy checks in

Under the category of "kids never cease to amaze ...", Cora has done that twice to me recently.  

Episode 1 : When their food is hot, we blow it off, right?  Cora likes to participate by pursing her lips and blowing, too.  One night, I had beat Micki home after picking up Cora and had a chance to start warming up leftovers for dinner.  Cora doesn't truly demand being held all that much, but she usually insists on it right when we bring her home most weeknights.  So, I was holding her and the microwave beeper went off, so I opened up the door and reached in for the bowl.  Not surprisingly, it was warm to the touch and I pulled my hand out and thoughtlessly exclaimed "ooh, hot!".  Cora responded (not that I was expecting ANY response) by, in my arms and 4 feet away from the bowl inside the microwave ... blowing.  Not playing a game, no prompting from me ... she simply heard something was hot and it therefore warranted a blow.

Episode 2 : Again, just Cora and I in the house - this time playing on our bed, and simple enough I sneezed.  Without me getting or commenting I needed a tissue - really no reaction from me at all, but Cora instantly stopped rolling around and started climbing toward the edge of the bed.  "Cora, where are you going? Don't fall off!" was my predictable reaction.  As I reached for her, she reached into the drawer of Micki's nightstand (which is pretty much always half-open to accommodate curious little hands) and pulled out something I didn't know was in there and couldn't see ... but clearly she knew it was there and remembered and thought to grab it.  Rolling over and facing me, she then held out her hand, to give me ... a handkerchief.

I love my girls ...

Red backpack

After the open house last week for Primrose Pre-K, Amara was issued a new Pre-K red backpack.  As I headed home with it, along with the letter about her new uniform policy, I wondered if she'd be waiting up for me.

She was upstairs working on a Highlights puzzle magazine with daddy. When I walked in the room with that red bag, she lit up like a Christmas tree and asked "is that for me? Am I going to be in PRE-K?!"

Who knew kids paid attention to things like that.

Mom and I shopped and found her uniform requirements, and today, with the red backpack, she started Pre-K.

I hope she had a wonderful day--she sure looked like a million bucks!