Akiva: “Hey, Big Sister, what’s all this white stuff?”
Iris: “Snow. It’s supposed to come in winter. I guess this year it just forgot.”
Iris: “I waited for snow all winter and it just didn’t come and didn’t come and didn’t come
and now I thought it was supposed to be spring
and I thought spring was supposed to be warmer than winter!”
Akiva: “Hmm. Bbbbbthbb. Bababa.”
Iris: “I just got so tired of waiting.”
Akiva: “Snow…“
I lead a hike at Shelburne Farms.
I like the idea of Iris playing with a somewhat regular group of kids outside.
Iris, unfortunately, does not like that idea.
Iris likes to be caboose. The rest of the children run ahead.
It was hard to convince her to be in the photo.
Strip!
Braised asparagus, pan-fried sweet potatoes, filet minion on the grill, red wine.
There’s a special wine section in the local fancy-foods store that has wine for girls turning four.
The blue blob with the candles poked in it is play dough—
because I couldn’t poke candles into strawberries with whipped cream, which is what we had for dessert.
By then, I was too busy eating to remember to take any more photos.
