Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Fifteen Minutes with Isabel
Look I found some flowers.

Oh, more flowers, maybe I can put my purple flower in there.

Hmmm, dirt, what can I do with that? Oh, I know, I'll smear it on mommy's pants.

What's this? A dead worm, I think I'll carry that around for a while too.

I have to see how my bushes are doing today. Looks like they grew some more.

Look birdies. "Caw, Caw, Caw."

Wheeeeee. "Busy, busy, busy." That's "dizzy, dizzy, dizzy" to those of us who speak English.

Run. Fast, fast, fast.

That was fun, but now I'm pooped, time to go inside again.
Oh, more flowers, maybe I can put my purple flower in there.
Hmmm, dirt, what can I do with that? Oh, I know, I'll smear it on mommy's pants.
What's this? A dead worm, I think I'll carry that around for a while too.
I have to see how my bushes are doing today. Looks like they grew some more.
Look birdies. "Caw, Caw, Caw."
Wheeeeee. "Busy, busy, busy." That's "dizzy, dizzy, dizzy" to those of us who speak English.
Run. Fast, fast, fast.
That was fun, but now I'm pooped, time to go inside again.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Outside Fun
I'm sure I've mentioned before that Isabel loves being outside. She doesn't care what the weather is like, she just wants to go out and run around and look at the bushes and the bugs. It's been rather cold (by our standards) and wet here lately and Isabel has had great time going out and playing in the freezing cold puddles until her fingers and toes are like little ice cubes.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Pumpkins
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Goggles
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Pens, pens and more pens
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Grandpa's Visit
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Big Shoes
I was doing the dishes when I heard Isabel call out "help Mommy please", so I go running to find her like this. She had dragged my shoes into the hallway and managed to step into them, but then couldn't move without falling down. She is always trying to put on our "big shoes" but this is the first time she succeeded without my help.
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