Aleaha's dool (school) hosted a special lunch in celebration of Thanksgiving, and parents were invited. This was our third year attending (can't believe how fast the time goes!). Here is Aleaha showing Daddy the class turkey, on which each child in her room had decorated a few tailfeathers.
Family photo. Two parents is barely enough to wrangle two small children.
Chaos. (Good chaos, of course.)
This was Miri with her first taste of solid food. Not thrilled. Her sentiments were more due to the weekend project we called "Operation Bottle", where we withheld her favorite thing in the world (OK, two favorite things) so that she would be interested in taking a bottle. It didn't exactly work as planned. After starting this on Friday night, by Sunday afternoon -- 44 hours into the experiment -- she did take a bottle with less reluctance. The poor thing was just too hungry, I think. (Lest you think she actually went without food that entire time, know that was NOT the case. But it was a forced process, and we needed her to actively want it, not just tolerate having it squirted into her mouth.) By Monday morning, when we were supposed to report our success happily to the staff at daycare, she had regressed and refused again. Worrying she was getting weak, because she wasn't taking in as much as usual, I stopped the project and will try again later. It was a hideous experience for everyone. The girl knows what she wants, and that's that!
Aleaha and Mommy made chocolate tup-tates (cupcakes) for Daddy. Licking the bowl was the final task.
Daddy blows out the tandles.
There's that expression again. Are they related or what?
Here's Miss A vacuuming the fir needles off the floor with her Dirt Devil. I bought that second hand, and for the first 2 years she was afraid of it. Now she loves it. And Mommy loves the help! Must capitalize on this all I can! (Now, where did I put that dustrag?)
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