Monday, July 13, 2009
Lucy stands amazed. She can hardly believe it. When the kitten first started playing with the feathers, reaching out from the bannisters and pulling them out of the floor vase with his claws, she would come and get me to let me know the kitten was being naughty. Then when she saw me actually picking a feather out and giving it to Toby, she couldn't believe her eyes. She's like the older child watching the baby of the family get away with stuff she was never allowed to do.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Here my horseshoe is the red one and my daughter's is the brown. There was a hot dispute on which shoe was the closest and a third party had to be brought in to officiate. It was determined that Emily's horseshoe was, in fact, slightly closer to the pole, so her team got the point. However, in the end, it was sheer talent and pluck that won the game and Tim and I prevailed by scoring several ringers.
We take our horseshoe games seriously in Bridgewater.