Well the snow is finally beginning to disappear, after we cracked the top ten of record seasonal snowfalls. It has been nice not to have to spend the day shoveling of late. Now it is just wet and rainy with the sump pump firing up about every five minutes or so.
Still, there have been some days when the sun is out and there is room to run the kids outside and let them play, without having to bundle them. Nevertheless, it is fun to look at them all ready to brave the winter.
One of the nice things about this year already is that my son has already taken tot he beautiful game, usually screaming “Soccer, soccer! Ball! Goal!” when I flip on the weekend Premier League matches or Serie A or La Liga or Bundesliga or any league. Hadley would much rather play than watch, but Fritz is game for both, as these photos will attest. Now I have an ally.
So Happy St. Patrick’s Day or as Bostonians peculiarly celebrate Evacuation Day, the local excuse for an official holiday in the city. Hadley has grown to be quite a fan of “Patrick’s Day,” as she calls it, and has been busily preparing some artwork for the festivities. Get a load of this coloring masterpiece and then keep in mind that she is only three and a half years-old.
I suppose she might have a genetic predisposition with a father who started out as an art major only to get a bachelor of fine arts in performing and a mother that opted for the dual art psychology major, not to mention an artist grandmother. Perhaps she might have some talent, but this sample certainly got our attention.
