Pocketses
Olivia's newest discovery is her pockets...and since she has had a cold for a week what better time to teach her to carry her own kleenex. She was very distressed last night when she discovered that her pajamas did not have pockets - and she had measuring spoons that were in desperate need of a pocket. The next best thing...just stick them down your pants!
Shaw Nature Reserve
Henry Shaw owned the land that our house was built on in 1905. He is also responsible for the Missouri Botanical Garden and Tower Grove Park, both blocks from our home. The Nature Reserve is land that he obtained for preservation reasons. It is full of praries, wetlands, wild flowers, ponds, creeks, and lots of birds and wildlife. We've seen snakes and deer and a pileated woodpecker (Karen will correct my spelling I'm sure.). It is beautiful all times of the year. One of the very first pictures we posted on the blog of Olivia in the middle of the daffodils was taken here last April. Thousands of them fill the fields every spring.
I took about six pictures of Mike in front of this same hill - all no good. And while I may look like I am storing nuts in my cheeks for the winter, his picture was great. He says that a picture can be like a sermon - when you try to focus on too much, you don't really notice the real subject. It can only be about one main thing. (He can correct my rough paraphrase, but I think you get the point.) How is it that all that dead stuff can still be so beautiful?
Oooo...couldn't you just love him up!
I took about six pictures of Mike in front of this same hill - all no good. And while I may look like I am storing nuts in my cheeks for the winter, his picture was great. He says that a picture can be like a sermon - when you try to focus on too much, you don't really notice the real subject. It can only be about one main thing. (He can correct my rough paraphrase, but I think you get the point.) How is it that all that dead stuff can still be so beautiful?
Oooo...couldn't you just love him up!
Joseph's first big test
This is our friend Sage, or "Serge" as Olivia calls her. (She is in the habit of adding r's to words these days. "fiRsh" and "samiRch" - that last one is sandwich. By she I mean Olivia, not Sage.) Anyway, she had to do an evaluation of a baby for a class at school. She is studying to be an elementary school teacher. (And by she I mean Serge this time.)I don't know if Joe passed or not, but it was fun having Sage over. She rode her "bye-ceecle" which Olivia thought was very cool.
Birthday Confusion
Somehow Olivia ended up on the bench with the birthday girl (her friend from church, Huntleigh). I don't think she ever figured who everyone was singing "Happy Birthday" to. But that's all right because Huntleigh sang Happy Birthday to everyone else there the whole time anyway. She was a very generous birthday girl.
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