So, um, November. Yikes.
Seattle November temps have ranged from 20s to 60s I believe. When the weather is nice, I try to get the kids outside for some bike and scooter riding. They are both a couple of hams.
(Sorry, C was wearing her school sweatshirt that day, so can’t show a lot of her photos.)
We keep the handle on M’s bike for driveways. But she knows the instant she crosses to flat ground and immediately stops and insists that you stop helping her. Strong-willed and independent, that one.
Speaking of hams, C was doing some paper crafts one day and came up with this look…
We were going to hang out with the neighbors and I told her to tell them that she had been to the salon that day to have her eyebrows done (har, har). “No, mom, I am going to tell them I cut out paper eyebrows and taped them on my face!” Oh, right.
The two of them are also heavily into a joke phase right now, although neither shows any recognition that jokes are only really funny the first time (if then). C tries to make up her own jokes, and M flips between mangling knock knock jokes (her telling of the “orange you glad I didn’t say banana” one is pretty funny) and just saying over and over “Knock, knock, who’s there, poopy stinky underwear.”
We have done some cooking lately, they helped with chocolate chip cookies (orangette claimed to have found a better recipe than the NYT chocolate chip cookies, but I remain unconvinced), chocolate brioche doughnuts (would have gone better if there wasn’t a typo in the recipe such that it called for only half the amount of flour), and pumpkin pie. They both love putting on aprons, fighting over who gets to empty each cup of ingredients into the bowl, and cutting up butter.
(M knows where we keep the spreaders, so she chose to use that for cutting up butter.)
The two of them are getting to be quite the homemade snobs, with C claiming that our pumpkin pie (made from sugar pumpkins) was only OK because I used a Trader Joe’s crust. M has started asking for each article of clothing, and sometimes other items as well, whether I made it for her or “boughted” it.
The hour of 5-6 pm has been deemed “art and homework hour” ‘round these parts, where everyone is home from playdates/friends kicked out, I cook dinner, C does a homework worksheet, and both girls can draw. Some days go better than others. This was a good day.
OK, this post is running on so I will close with three M pictures…
1. Eating a sucker (we make the Halloween candy last and last), making funny faces, and requesting photo documentation.
2. The saddest little vampire.
3. One of the more interesting vignettes discovered after M had been playing alone for a while. Serial-killer Ken? Mack daddy Ken? Not sure what the story was here, but added a few dollars to the M therapy fund just in case.