Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Quick Update

Meet Sara. She is the very large stuffed animal that now lives here. Clare's first intro to Sara was a little rough. We picked Sara after the Triceratops in the Land Before Time.

Clare teaching Sara's whose Boss. Sadly, this picture reminds me of when hunters hold up the antlers on a deer they've killed. I think Clare is just asserting herself as the hunter in this situation in case Sara gets out of hand. Clare wants Sara to understand what could happen if she is a band listener.
Milkshake:) Clare and I went to visit Arby's for their Jr. Shakes and we each enjoyed one before Daddy's baseball game.
Park
Mommy's attempt at Easter cookies. Next year, we'll email Mrs. Hayes ahead of time and put in our request for an order of cookies and she can ship them to us.
Easter Parade!!! Sadly, it was rained out, so the Easter Egg Hunt was canceled. The parade went on indoors with the "performance" in the classroom. Clare saw me (I was in a huge crowd of parents, grandparents, aunt, uncles, etc.) on the last pass through. She was excited and started screaming "It's my Mommy! It's my Mommy! See? There she is!". She continued to point me out in the performance in the classroom.
Her new nervous habit of pulling on her lip. Several of the kids are finger suckers when nervous, so I'm not surprised this new habit started. But, isn't she cute?




Showing me her name in the garden...




I didn't feel the need to blur the other kids faces in this video since my fancy camera did it for me. I did feel tempted to light my Christmas present on fire. This is Clare's Class performance. Can you tell she's the youngest? She's by far smaller than the other kids.


I'll be sure to update more after Easter.

Hope everyone has a Happy Easter!

2 comments:

  1. That is OK on the blurry picture, Clare out shines all of them. The cookies look yummy. Will you make the same for us if and when you come out? We will skip the No Bakes and have those instead.

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  2. She looks so cute. I love the swaying back and forth. That's my girl.
    Love you all,
    Aunt Ginny

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