Fallen leaves from an indoor plant, placed on the windowsill to get some sun.
Yesterday was -- day four? five? whatever -- of being snowed in here in KC. Like really snowed in. The streets haven't been clear since before Christmas and we have 4'+ high snowbanks -- on either side of our driveway! Plus, the cold. Oh my. I could handle this all a lot better if we could go out and romp outside a bit, but these little piggies are staying inside when it's -30 and windy. Oh well.
Here's to the optimism of almost-four-year-olds.
I took the cue from little Fidget and decided to make the best of it yesterday. We got out some crayons, ripped off the paper, broke the crayons into pieces and tossed them into mini cupcake tins. She thought this was the best thing ever, AND it kept our fingers busy for almost a half hour. Even the 13 year old played along.
Preheated to 275, and left them in for 8 minutes. I sprayed the tin with cooking spray, but I don't know if that part was necessary.
[edited to add: I guess the spray is necessary. Glad I did. Also, this is sooo not an original project, just something I've seen several times online over the last couple years and finally got around to doing...]
One thing I had to do was cut off a fine layer of clear wax from around the bottom of some (you can see it in the pink one above). I used a box cutter. Fancy, I know. Once I did that, the new crayons worked perfectly. They nearly all have names. The pink one in the middle is the Sleeping Beauty crayon, and the blue sparkly one to the left is Ariel, and the green and red one is the Christmas Crayon.
I said we named them. Not that they were terribly original. ;)
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We stayed inside this morning and wrote Christmas thank-yous, ate a late breakfast and played with baby. We remarked at how lucky we are that if the sun can make her way out in the winter, our house can still feel all kinds of warm because of our southern exposure. Our 11 year old golden retriever (who does not retrieve) enjoys long naps in the sunshine. I like it that tiny pj-feet are warmed by the floorboards.
The little girls went down for a nap a while ago and I happened to walk through the living room still not picked up from this morning. Bathed in a gentle warm glow, it made me catch my breath. I had to stop and take a photo, just as it was. It felt so beautiful to me. The remnants of where Daddy played with baby. The chair where someone was sitting with their back to the sun. The toys scattered on a little quilt, quickly discarded for something more interesting to a 6 month old. The sun streaming in, warming up all of our cabin-fevered hearts and frosty grumpiness.
It was a nice morning.
Optimism is obviously catchy.