Zoey was so active it amazed us. I got a request for chicken noodle soup. It was a cold rainy day so soup was perfect. I had great help.
Zoey, my little sous chef.
Please disregard that our living room looks like a tornado
lost a fight with a hurricane. That is how it goes when the girls are here.
For a solid hour Zoey carried this red plastic chair all around the condo.
We do not know why but she was having too much fun to stop her.
Every once in a while she would stop and put her bear in it, dump it on
the floor and take off again. She loved it and we enjoyed the laughter.
At her house Zoey gets a bottle. Here she does not.
We can get huge amounts of milk in her with this Halloween glass
and a straw. Giving her a straw made her grow up right before our eyes.
It completely changed her personality.
Our refrigerator has been a source of so much play time
with both girls. The doors are completely covered with only their
artwork and decorative magnets. Zoey absolutely loves playing with
the magnets. I do watch her closely though she is not prone to
putting things in her mouth.
Today was another fun day. We needed the rain so badly that I will not complain about it being such a gloomy day. It's not gloomy inside with Hannah and Zoey to keep us on our toes.
Note: I am going completely off topic here. Those of you who have followed this blog for so long know how much I love clouds and sunsets and rainbows. I consider them to be God's handiwork for all of us to enjoy if we just take the time. I took one picture yesterday that spoke to me.
If you look closely you can see the rain coming out of this thunderstorm.
Yet the top glows so brightly it almost hurts your eye.
It was a stunning sight.
You can also see school busses unloading at the football field across
the street. Now I ask you, why would you allow a game to be played
with this kind of thunderstorm hovering overhead? I've never understood that.
But play they did.
We will sleep well tonight. It is cool and cloudy and we are completely exhausted!
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