Getting ready for preK.
Trying to find a plane.
Ready to hop down in the drop off lane.
Here's a little game for you. We're in the car, no one's near her and she doesn't want for anything. What's got Kate so distressed? It doesn't stop here, she'll nearly get to tears over this affront. And it happens every few minutes!
Moments later, she's relieved, relaxed and happy. No one has said or done anything. Can you guess the spark that ignites this emotional swing? The answer is at the bottom of the post, set your brains to working and see if you guess it before you get to the bottom!
Pointing out the flowers.
I just love the impish look on Suki's face here as she examines this tulip.
Showing me the red ones.
Swinging from a tree.
This dead branch fell while the girls were playing, so Suki dragged it over to me so I could toss it over our fence.
She was so happy to do this little chore.
Finding dandelions.
Totally not pulling leaves off the bush, no matter what it looks like.
A very serious Grace leaving school.
She really wanted this picture of the monkey's tail!
Showing bunny headed Suki her new book.
Grace thought this was such a funny thing to do with the milk caps.
And now, the answer to what bothers Kate each and every morning: traffic lights. Her sisters make a game out of feigning dismay at a red light, they cackle at being "red light monsters" and delight at the greens. Kate takes them way too seriously and now has a wee baby phobia about any non-green lights. Help me Rhonda...
In other news, you may know April is National Poetry Month but you may not know that every year a group of my friends and I write a poem every day in April and share them among ourselves. I was talking to Grace about it this morning, about rhyming and syllable counting and she was so interested. She created her first poem on the spot, and I'll share it here with you now:
One, two, three four five
Bees get honey from the hive
One, two, three four five
Bees go into their mothers' beehive
One, two, three four five
Baby bees go into their mothers' beehive.
I like the rhyme but I also like the 5/7/5/9/5/11 syllable increase. Yay, Grace!
In other news, you may know April is National Poetry Month but you may not know that every year a group of my friends and I write a poem every day in April and share them among ourselves. I was talking to Grace about it this morning, about rhyming and syllable counting and she was so interested. She created her first poem on the spot, and I'll share it here with you now:
One, two, three four five
Bees get honey from the hive
One, two, three four five
Bees go into their mothers' beehive
One, two, three four five
Baby bees go into their mothers' beehive.
I like the rhyme but I also like the 5/7/5/9/5/11 syllable increase. Yay, Grace!
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