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Sledding



Chet took the two oldest out sledding yesterday while the babies stayed home with me and napped.  There's a golf course here in Buffalo that has a giant sledding hill and we've never tried it out before.  

They had the entire hill to themselves.




When they got back, their faces were, to steal a word from Avery, glum.

"I missed you, Mom."  Tucker said.  "I didn't like the huge hill."
"I liked the little hill better."  Avery said.

A few minutes later, though, they were asking to go back.  

I came home a few nights ago from work to some beautiful artwork written in black, permanent marker all over my dining room wall, dining room table and dining room floor.  It's absolutely stunning.  I couldn't have done it better myself.  The letters written on the wall are too sloppy to be either Avery or Tucker and Milo can't yet draw a circle or a T.  All evidence points to Piper but she said she didn't do it. And she's always honest with us.  Not.

I do wonder how long I'll be receiving payback for coloring on my mom's walls 24 years ago.  

Comments

  1. SelmaJanuary 9, 2013 at 8:24 AM

    Wowza. Ms. Piper must have an in with Ms. Scarlet and Mr. Rowan of the great state of Arizona!

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    1. jessicaJanuary 9, 2013 at 9:52 PM

      Haha! Didn't you know Rowan and Scarlett have been teaching art on the side? Golf ball sales are slow.

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  2. jenJanuary 9, 2013 at 10:31 AM

    Exciting video! Poor Avery. At least they retrieved her mitten.

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