Entries from February 2011 ↓

She’s got ketchup on her face from our dinner out at Two Toots cafe.

On Monday, Ezri had her last Early Walker storytime. She’s been attending since she was about ten months old, so it feels like a milestone to graduate from being a storytime Early Walker. Here she is posed with Grandpa Mark and one of her favorite librarians.

It looks to me like these two might be up to something.

Showing Tam the fine art of squishing dough.

I know there will come an age when it isn’t appropriate to take photos of Ezri while she sleeps. But, she’s just so darned appealing all snuggled up and I don’t think we’re there yet.

I let Ezri walk much farther ahead of me on the snowblown path along our block than I usually do. She could neither run out into the road nor run into the neighbors’ yards to play with their trash cans or lawn ornaments. She pretty much had to walk the straight and narrow with 20 inches of snow on either side.

I love how winter makes her cheeks rosy.
I also love that when I pick her up she will say, “shiver, shiver, brrr,” and snuggle in against my chest for warmth. I love it when she’s snuggly.
So, winter has some upside. Driving and shoveling – meh.
Snow stomping and snuggly, rosy-cheeked Ezri – yay.

When Eric went outside to shovel, Ezri wanted to as well.
I said we would need boots.
Ezri got her boots and started to put them on.
I said we need snowpants first and pulled hers out of the closet.

She put them on all by herself pretty quickly. She even zipped them herself. That’s why she looks proud in this photo.

I then got on her boots and her hat and her mittens.
She grabbed Pete the Cat and here is begging to bring him outside with us.
“Pete wants snow, Mama.”

After giving Pete a number of consolation hugs, he remained behind.

Eric had cleared a nice trench for us to walk in. Ezri commented that the neighbor was “Snow mowing” which is her word for using a snowblower.

Once she got bored of running back and forth in the trench Ezri attacked the snowbank.

She also forged a path of her own in the driveway.

When she ran into trouble she said, “Mama, help up.”

She really did want to help Eric with mammoth shoveling job.

She was not much help, but did offer a supportive hug for dad.

She was inside for a whole 20 minutes before grabbing her snowpants and asking to return to the snow. But, I decided we’re waiting to suit up again until after nap.

When it’s too snowy to leave the house, bring out the paint!