Chris ran out for some dinner groceries. I was planting a vine maple in the yard. I looked through the dining room window and saw Elena streak by, giggling, with Sylvan in pursuit, marker in hand. Uh-oh.
"Mom, she's a cheetah getting ready for the carnival."
No, it wasn’t a Sharpie.
Because She-who-shall-not-be-named gave me a hard time about not posting anything but granola for nearly a month, here are some photos of our recent days.
The chalk drawings before the addition of potty words
Wishful thinking: Pahd Thai for dinner (that happened), playdate with Robbie next Saturday (we'll probably be at the beach...)
Snacktime on a bridge!
Master Young Raccoon was attempting to enter our garage when Chris spotted him