Friday, December 14, 2012


In order to nurture Elizabeth's budding artist and to keep her busy while Marc and I try to do things like cook supper, we bought Elizabeth markers and let her sit in her highchair and color. (Yes, I bought washable markers.) She loves to color with the markers. She loves to draw on paper, the table, her high chair and her favorite, herself.
Look what these fools have given me!

Orange is my color

Not on my face or hands?

Artist at work
It might be a while before we get a Rembrandt, but she sure has fun.  And, Marc and I can talk to each other and make dinner.  Marty is just disappointed that she is at the table and not dropping food.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Black Friday

The Friday after Thanksgiving we did not go shopping, but to Kurt & Erica's for an amazing Thanksgiving meal with their families. Autumn, who turned 6 (Oye!) celebrates her birthday after lunch so it is a fun family gathering. This year Elizabeth got to meet a new cousin, Finn who was born in February. She kept calling him baby but he is almost as big as she is!
Same height, 1 lb difference, same hair, 9 months different is age.

Centers of attention


We spent Thanksgiving with Marc's family.  It was a fun time.  I had the week off from work so Elizabeth and I spent Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday at home.  I was trying to get some cleaning, decorating and sewing done.  Elizabeth was trying to help me, which means not much was finished.  But, she refused to nap for more than 45 mins those days.  Well, on Thanksgiving, not only would our little turkey not eat the spread, but she wouldn't go down for a nap without me and then she slept for 3 hours!  I felt bad because the family didn't get much time, but thankfully there will be more Thanksgivings.
Grandma W

Great Aunt Bonnie makes me giggle

Uncle Matthew is very serious


 Elizabeth loves popcorn! She knows the sound of the air popper starting up and runs to the kitchen. She loves to watch it pop and says "Whoa" when one flies out of the popper. She waits anxiously for it to be done so she can sit with Daddy and eat popcorn. Daddy enjoys it too. He has shown her how to throw it in the air and catch it (yes, she tries it and no she hasn't caught one yet). He has shown her how popcorn sticks to your tongue so you can walk around with your tongue out with popcorn on it. She likes to feed popcorn to Daddy, Mommy and Marty. Yes her hands are wet and covered with dog slobber, but how do you not accept her generosity? So, on the weekends popcorn is a big thing at our house