Isabel's first poem, age 2 1/2
Moon
My love the moon
My dance on the moon
Really careful
No pop the moon
Moon
My love the moon
My dance on the moon
Really careful
No pop the moon
Scene: Laurel, trying to remove the stubborn bowl from the Kitchenaid mixer and quietly cursing under her breath at the stupid thing. Isabel, standing on a chair and peering under her elbow.
I haven't posted for such a long time; I feel terrible. My camera is on the fritz (or possibly irretrievably broken--hard to tell at this point), so no new pix. We've just been busy living life, I guess. Yolanda's birthday is coming up and school will soon be out. Hopefully there will be lots of fun new stuff to report soon.