S-A-D-I-E

This is what Sadie was doing during quiet time the other day. She just got the idea on her own. Can you see it?

Here's a little help:

I thought it was really cool.

Twenty-One Questions

How do they make cords for electricity to run on?

How do people build special bath pipes for water?

Why are clouds white?

How does the radio work? What do the waves in the air look like?

Why do some cars have big antennas?

What makes the wind blow?

Why does brother get boo-boos and I don't? Why don't big girls get boo-boos? I wish Dada had delicious boo-boos so I could nurse off them at night!

Why is our car white?

Why do they stuff animals? Are the animals at Build-A-Bear dead animals that you stuff? Why aren't they real, dead animals?

I guess people don't want to snuggle with real ones, they'd be all dirty and yucky and stuff!

Why do moths fly at night and butterflies fly during the day?

Why do people keep crashing into us? (We were rear-ended again the other day but this time the guy cracked our light, I keep forgetting to mention it to people)

Where did the big asteroid hit the earth and kill the dinosaurs? Can I see the hole? (When you ask where she would like to go on vacation she wants to go to the crater)

Why, when it rains, do the worms say, "Oh no, oh no, I don't want to get wet! I'd better come up out of the ground!" Mama?

Why are bubbles rainbow when you look at them close?

Do all fruits start as flowers? Why do flowers need roots to grow?

A sampling of questions from Sadie. She loves questions about science. I love answers about science. So it works out pretty well.

Although sometimes I just want to say, I don't know. Go watch TV. Especially after the fortieth why? question that has no answer.

Then I remember that we don't watch TV during the day and I curse our no-TV-during-the-day rule.

Then I answer with enthusiasm because I know that she has plenty of time to consider and ponder all of these things while she is not watching television during the day. Because we are outside, because we are reading books. And it's wonderful. And she's so smart. And I love it.

So I answer and maybe we look at pictures and she gets so excited to have learned something new and interesting.

And asks me another question.

And then I lay my head down on the table and curse the fact that we don't watch TV during the day.

And then I thank my lucky stars that this inquisitive little girl belongs to me.

Where have you been?

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's my fault.

Every time I am going to post something happens. And then Silas dumped a thermos full of tea on my computer.

Yeah, you.

After it dried out the only damage seems to be the mouse, which no longer works properly. Stinker.

Which makes Photoshop hard to do.

That's why these are black and white. Easy Peasy.

And to make up for my absence I am going to attempt to post every day for the rest of the month.

Kiss My Face

This is the face Silas makes when he wants to give you a kiss.

With or without baked ziti all over it. He's not picky, he doesn't care about the mess.

He just wants a kiss.

But I've got standards, kid. No food on face. You may be cute, but you're not that...

Okay, yes. Yes, you are that cute.

I just hope you figure out the proper kiss face by your first date or so, because that particular expression might be a face only a mother could love. And kiss.

Just In Time For Mother's Day

Sy says granny and grammy. They are exactly the same word, of course. Even I mix them up.

Lazy Baby