Another snow day. This one was unexpected. Yesterday I had Clay and Claire over, but needed to get some things done so Clay stayed while Claire went home with Mommy. I promised her that she could come down some time without Clay. This morning she woke up and said to her mom, "me go Gramma's. No Clay." So my little Claire-Bear will be coming down later.
I got done what I needed to get done yesterday. It's a good thing too. Clay has been telling me that he wants a collection of Hippopottamuses (?) for Christmas. I have been buying them here and there and they are in various parts of the house. The daybed in the piano room is where everything gets dumped. Yesterday, Clay plopped himself down in the piano room and seemed to be daydreaming.
"What are you doing, Clay?"
"Oh, I'm just looking at the hippopotamus on the daybed. He's looking at me, too."
Oooooops, Grandma forgot to put that one in the closet.
A trip to Grandma and Grandpa's house is not complete without a session of jumping on the bed. They had run ahead of me and when I got there, Clay was jumping up and down with a video in his hand that we bought for Claire for Christmas. Ooooooops. After both of them went home I did a search for any stray presents. Clay and Claire are not the only ones who like to snoop.
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No formal workout today. I will try and do some weights later.
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Wednesday of the Second Week of Advent
Mt 11:28-30
Jesus said to the crowds:
“Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
for I am meek and humble of heart;
and you will find rest for yourselves.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden light.”
Thoughts from the cornfield:
An aria from one of my all time favorite works:
It is amazing the ways in which God speaks to us.
God bless our troops!
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3 comments:
That is so great!!! "just looking at the hippopotomus"
I'm not sure what you mean by "they are not the only ones who like to snoop". I hardly consider it snooping if I happen to see something while searching in the hall closet, say, for some ketchup. You never know where things will end up.
Also, the best part of this whole story is that yesterday Clay told me "you know what, Anna? Your mom is not good at hiding Christmas presents!"
Oh, no - betrayed by my buddy, Clay.
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