Gack. I got a new round of 5 or 6 spam comments on old posts on this blog. Word verification is back on, for the time being. Sorry, loyal readers. Sorry, Bolder.
Yay! It warmed up to 38*F today, so I ventured forth with the girls in the double jogstroller and did 3.5 miles around the neighborhood. We ended up at the playground behind the elementary school where they toddled around in their heavy winter coveralls like little overstuffed penguins.
For some odd reason Elisabeth likes to eat the bark that covers the playground. We're working on the meaning and actions that go along with the instruction from Mom to "Spit it out!".
For some other odd reason Catherine seems to think that Mom controls everything. EVERYTHING. While Mom would be happy if this were so, sadly, she doesn't have control over airplanes passing overhead in order to make them turn around in mid-air when Catherine requests "More airplane". Neither does she have that effect on passing cyclists when Catherine wants to watch them some more and directs "More bike". It's probably a terrible disillusionment to her. I'm a rotten Mom. Why, oh why, do I lack omnipotence? I can guarantee there would be some major changes around this planet if I didn't. First change I'd make is that ice cream would have zero calories. Like bark. And after that, all spammers would die particularly gruesome, nasty, painful deaths.