Friday, March 11, 2011
Frame-A-Day: Week 10: 3/5-3/11
March 5--Stuck in the Mud--It was about 53 degrees today and Imp and Trust went outside to play in the yard. Imp decided to get a jump on mowing the grass, even though none has grown yet. Look at the effort he's giving in pushing the mower through the mud.
March 6--Scavenger Hunt--The wooden figure represents a town physician and library trustee who fought in the Civil War and helped establish the town's first hospital. The figure is part of a town-wide scavenger hunt for 12 life-size figures. We noticed one at Trust's school last Wednesday and have seen several more since then. Today Trust, Earnest and I went to the Main Library for the scavenger hunt kick-off and were given a list of all sites where the figure is hanging out. We are going to try to visit them all and document with a photo.
March 7--Tickle, Tickle--You know you're a skilled father when you can tickle both sons simultaneously.
March 8--Homemade Homework--Trust's homework tonight was to make something with your favorite color. She decided she wanted to make modeling clay. Or rather, that I should make some modeling clay. So, right in between arriving home and eating dinner, I whipped up a batch of playdoh with flour, salt, water and enough red food coloring to make it pink. I love that you can see the action of her hands rubbing together.
March 9--The Jumping Bean--Look at Imp jump! He's a regular jumping bean. This is a big deal, since Imp doesn't really jump and it's a skill he lags on for his age. I also like that I caught motion for the second consecutive day.
March 10--Pioneer Girl--Today was Pioneer Day for the second graders at Trust's school, which included the making of a pioneer doll out of yarn. Trust decided she wanted to dress like a pioneer; she wound up being the only one, but she didn't care. She had me do her hair a la "Little House on the Prairie". It came out cute.
March 11--A Rose for My Aunt--My aunt died on Monday; her funeral was yesterday. As per tradition, I took one flower from the many at the cemetery to bring home. My cousin did a eulogy similar to our grandmother's, where she brought props and pictures to share with us. She concluded by saying her mother was like a rose--beautiful and thorny. By sheer coincidence, the pastor took a second rose and built on the analogy.
I will miss her.