Snow Baby

One of the things that was instilled in me from an early age is my duty to take care of all of God's creatures and adopt any stray wild ones that may cross my porch as my own. While I wasn't homeschooled, a love for nature is an essential part of Who I Am. And although we lived in the suburbs, I learned valuable lessons about wildlife at an early age.

I learned that sometimes your mother is fast and furious at making peanut butter sandwiches at 11PM because raccoons are scratching at the back door. Often this entails watching the raccoons pull the edges off the peanut butter sandwiches because "we don't liiii-iiike the ed-ges," and as a result you must stand firm in your resolve to love them nonetheless. As a homeschooling mom, that duty has been expanded to actively be aware of any and all opportunities for learning and to jump on them as "teachable moments."

If it means getting the girls out of bed in the middle of the night to have a field trip at the living room window for an impromptu lesson on nocturnal creatures, this, too, must be borne:

If it means not banging on the window when the nocturnal creature with a prehensile tail and more teeth than any other land animal (I didn't know that!) is using those sharp teeth to chew at the gourd you so carefully hollowed out to feed the pretty little wrens, chickadees, titmice, nuthatches and such, then so be it.

If it means being glared at because there are no peanut butter sandwiches on hand and the handmade suet balls are secured tightly in a cage overhead, then it means you must kindly but firmly say good night and rustle your little girls into bed because, after all, then they don't need to be challenged by a pointy-nosed marsupial who was once a staple of southern cookery. This what its all about: Passing down treasured family traditions of feeding wild animals on the porch and teaching your girls essential knowledge like, for instance, that their night-time visitor gets her name from the Algonquian (Indian) word for "white dog." Sigh.

New Kids on the Block

Something's been brewing in Clifton Forge.....

Two new restaurants opened recently ....

We took the girls here, to Jack Mason's Tavern the other night. This really is a place that has something to offer everyone. The food ranges from appetizers to sandwiches to more gourmet entrees, it includes a kids' menu....and of course, fish and chips in keeping with the pub atmosphere. Prices were reasonable and both the food and the service were great. Anyone would feel comfortable here - the seating included cozy leather armchairs in front of a gas fireplace, bar seating, family-style seating for large parties, tall tables and booths. The game room in the back scores major points with the Ms. PacMan/Galaga video game, a pinball game, dart board and TWO pool tables. (Next visit I'll set the high score on Ms. PacMan; I think I still have it in me). We saw folks from all over the area - representing all walks of life. Jack Mason's reminds me of the little restaurants in Shockhoe Slip in Richmond or in downtown Fairfax.

Frankly, I'm saving my trip to the Old Forge Coffee Company for a "Daddy Day" (when Andy has the girls for a couple hours). I want to linger over coffee or hot chocolate in what looks to be a quiet place full of comfortable chairs and books to peruse. I actually promised to take Hannah here on her own when she masters "tea time manners," a bribe, yes, but this is what's in it for me! Old Forge is right next door to Jack Mason's and is another reason to make downtown Clifton Forge a destination. I'll let you know how my visit goes, but if you've already been or if you make it there before me, comment below to let me know what you like best!

What assets to Clifton Forge and the Alleghany Highlands!

Lost Tooth

A Very Important Thing happened after church last Sunday.

I was a little concerned, because Hannah doesn't turn 6 until October, and for some reason I was thinking that "6" was the magic number in the dental realm. Alas, there is another bottom tooth that is loose, so it appears that we have officially entered into the business of the tooth fairy.

In case you're wondering, the going rate for baby teeth is anywhere from $.50 to $5 for the first and $.50-$2 for each successive one. I did a quick Facebook poll and of 20 mamas who replied, this was the average.

We decided to go with a $1 Sacajawea coin and a $1 bill. That way she can save the one, spend the other. Plus, with her fascination about Indians, we figured it was a good way to kill two birds with one stone. See, Butterfly just knew that she would appreciate the extra effort.

Who is Butterfly? Hannah's tooth fairy, of course! She was a little bit stunned that I didn't remember the name of MY tooth fairy - and she said she was going to ask her good friends in Sunday School what their respective tooth fairies names were. I hope she's not too disappointed, for truly, this was the first time I'd ever thought they would even have a name.

I told Andy we'll have to either stock up on Sacajawea coins or just go with the $1 for each successive teeth. This could get expensive....not exactly our most frugal venture, but it will be a chance to teach about saving and spending, right?

Abbo wanted to get in on the action, too, as she shows off an expensive ($500) tooth of her own.

2010!

So, um, I decided that I'm going to avoid the rush and not set any New Year's Resolutions until February 1. Does that make me a procrastinator?

I don't have any pictures to post from Christmas or the RRR Reunion since they are still on my Dad's computer in Norfolk. I hope to have them by next week....I'm mailing my parents a zip drive to copy the pictures on, which they will need to mail back to me, along with my ring* that will have been resized by then. The sooner the the better!
*that means that you, mom, are in charge of this project ;)

Snow flurries here in the mountains every day since I've been back from Norfolk, and there was a dusting over the cars and driveway this morning. Its been in the high 20's and in the teens at night. Our yard is still very snowy, so we can't get the tractor back to the woodpile to load the woodpile in the carport. So today, the girls and I bundled up, kicked the pickup into 4WD and drove to the shed. I forgot about the three big hills of clay and rock off to the side in front of the shed and lurched precariously towards the creek. I smugly thought to myself, "Andy doesn't have to know about this...." But then, once I got out I realized what an idiot I am sometimes, as said hills are covered in SNOW and now bear very obvious evidence of a Chevrolet Silverado cruising overhead. He didn't have to be a detective to figure that one out.

I actually like getting wood. For one thing, its a bit of exercise and a chance to do some physical therapy on my arm. Course, after I come in, I take a couple Tylenols so I don't ache all afternoon. But I always think about when I had to get wood when we had our stove back home. I wear gloves, now, and wonder why ma and pa didn't tell me to wear gloves back then. You get better traction and you can cart more before your hands get tired or scraped. I also like to pretend that I am Laura Ingalls getting wood and that we need to stock up for a blizzard (The Long Winter, published 1934). That always inspires me to toss a couple more logs on the stack. Now that I know how to run the logsplitter (and, ahem, how the choke works), I always make a bucketful of "shims" or kindling, out of poplar. Poplar dries quickly and burns like paper. Its easy to light with the acetylene torch or whatever that thing is that we use to start the fire in the mornings.

The girls stayed out until their hands were bright red and Hannah said her knees were cold. They did have gloves, but Abbo keeps taking hers off and we have to hunt for them before we go inside so they're not lost till the Spring Thaw. Hannah chose to wear sweatpants today and kept kneeling in the snow, alas, her freezy kneezys. Now, they're both enjoying Ramen noodles in front of the woodstove before quiet time.

We've got ham and sweet potatoes on the menu for supper tonight and I think I'll inagurate the new KitchenAid mixer Andy gave me for Christmas by mixing a loaf of bread!

Christmas preparations

Even though I am not wholly ready, I feel a strange -albeit unsettling - peace about the whole thing! Kind of like when a hurricane is forecast but the skies are nothin' but blue, blue skies....
Yes, we had 22+" of snow on Saturday, and the reason I have no pictures to show is that I lost my camera battery recharger and had to order a new one. Its still not here yet. There are a few on our 35mm, but who knows when we'll get those developed.
I got the girls' presents wrapped two nights ago and stuck them under the tree. They are getting excited now, seeing the gifts. Hannah asked this morning why there were no presents in their "Stanta Bags" (stockings), and I told her Santa doesn't come for two more nights. What?! Two more nights! That sent a jolt through me that no swig of Starbucks ever could!
I still have to sew the girls' nightgowns. I'm deterred by the fact that there are several orange blotches scattered throughout the fabric that I've washed and ironed. I'm not sure if it was there when I bought it or if its a casualty of our washing machine and our hard water. Before we trek to th' WalMart tonight I'm going to cut out the patterns and see if I have enough to avoid the stains. If not, I'll get another yard or two.
Christmas baking? Well, its a staple of several presents and I guess I better get at it today and tomorrow. Its a false sense of security that I'm going to Tidewater the day after Christmas and I think that I'll have Christmas afternoon to bake. Mmmm, like I said. I better get at it today. I was able to gift our trash guys and mail lady with cookies and treats, and I'll set out a cake for the newspaper guy this afternoon. But after that, my supplies are low, so its back to the kitchen with my little "helpers". I just have to trust that the oven heat will kill any germs from repeated sneaky "tastings".
I want to post pictures of my homemade Christmas gifts, but the recipients may find it too hard to look away. I'll save that post for after Christmas!

Roaring Run Hike

We went for a lovely hike last weekend!

No, really, they enjoyed it!

It was at Roaring Run Furnace, just south of Alleghany in Botetourt. The hike to the falls was about 3/4 of a mile at an easy grade. Abbo walked most of the way up; Andy carried her some of the way because she was slow and her legs got tired. But Hannah made it the whole way.

The best part of the hike was that it is almost wholly right beside the creek (Roaring Run), so its cool, moist and pleasant, with lots to see and do.

(like threatening your parents with a stick while perched on a rock over the creek)

(or playing Indian in the cave)

There are two sets of falls - well, one cascade and one falls, I guess. There's also a special trout management area, and while we saw several fishermen, we didn't see anything in their creels. But we did see a couple fish in the deep holes.

(upper falls)

On the way back, we took the Woodland Trail, which is exactly what it says: a trail through a mostly deciduous forest with some piney sections, especially at higher elevations. There was one fairly steep grade with an overlook.

The rest was downhill from the falls back to the furnace and the parking lot area.

We'll definitely go back and do this hike again....but with more than corn chips for a snack at the top!

And afterwards to celebrate? The girls put Pull-Ups on their heads and said they were fire helmets....then dressed up all their stuffed animals with the same. Argh.

Hannah's 5th Birthday Party

While it was supposed to be a family-friendly event, it appears that Abbo might be flashing a gang sign....

He's hard to see in camo, but he did most of the work....

Lisa, Kellen & Brandon warming by the fire -

The only picture with all the kiddos in it! Look at that cool fire pit setup - Thanks, Daddy!

Amber was in charge of making sure all the kids - mine included - got suppah....

Lisa at the front of the pinata line. With a giant pokey to keep those kids in place....

The infamous pinata, with Riely taking a go.....

and Ian, with Christian looking on....

Sabrena - thank you again for doing pinata duty - not only could I not have done it, but your timing was perfect!

my favorite pinata picture - go Olivia!

Colin, with his best Ninja/Jedi moves....

Kellen bargaining for another go....

Ahhh, the butterfly gives up the treasure~ Abbo, Hanno, Brandon & Kellen planted for the take~

Plastic spiders, cowboys & Indians, candy bracelets, gummy fruits, Tootsie Rolls....(reminder: brush your teeth!)

Bye, bye, butterfly!

"My cake should be pink and white, with sprinkles. And butterflies. And yellow on the inside."

The redneck way to light candles: with a blowtorch. Git 'er dun!
Happy Birthday to yoooo-oooouuu!

Thar's a happy five year old girl!

A friendly game of cowboys & Indians :)

Woo-hoo! Even with all the candy, we managed to wear them out by playing a couple games, and mine, at least, were in bed before 9PM. Thank you for a great time!

home again!

What a long day yesterday was!!
We left Norfolk around 8:30 and drove to Nottoway. The wild grapes this year were most abundant and I wanted to get a harvest so I can make more jelly. I got 3 WM bags full; I should be able to do some interesting things with them.
From Nottoway, it was on to Roanoke. We pulled in to the parking garage at about quarter after 3. My appointment was at 3:30. I finally got seen sometime after 5:30. 5:30!!! Then, the nurse got a little freaked out that my arm was still so swollen and there was a little fluid when she started taking out the staples. The doctor came to look at it and said it was fine, that there had been so much deep tissue injury that it would take longer for the swelling to go away. So I got the staples out and got some sort of butterfly bandages put on that will stay for a few days, and then I'm done. I go back in a month for just one more x-ray to be sure all is well. There's not a whole lotta chance it won't be though; you should see the hardware he put in there. Its two plates, each almost the length of mt humerus. One is on the inside of the bone set down a couple inches from my shoulder and extending to my elbow. The other is screwed or drilled into the ball of my shoulder joint. I could use that arm for a bat and it still wouldn't break!!
After a Chic-Fil-A treat, we finally made it home around 8. Everyone (except Andy, who had school) went directly to bed. Unfortunately, early to bed means early to rise and they were all up at 6:30 this morning. Maybe tomorrow we'll get back on schedule. Meanwhile, today, I have to get some little attitudes adjusted and some habits trained back in and out. I'm running on extra strength Tylenol and prayer, biding my time till Andy gets home and we can do our Friday night WalMart run.
Here we go again, me with a bit of a gimp arm, but I think I'll manage somehow!

ree-coop-er-ay-ay-shun....

I think all of the effects -both positive and negative- of the surgical anesthesia finally wore off sometime this evening, and after a good night's sleep tonight I might be ready to begin some serious healing tomorrow. At least that's the plan.

There is the slim chance that a couple of you have no idea that I am painstakingly typing with only limited benefit of a left hand which is presently shaped like a sausage patty....with plump links for fingers. A blog is a good a place as any, too, to confess, a la AA style that,

I am 40 years old, and I fell out of a tree. Because I did not choose to get down the long ladder that I had actually looked at, but decided was too much trouble.

And I broke my arm. In 3 places.

(pause)

My left arm, which is a blessing as I am indeed, right-handed.

Ahem.

OH, AWRIGHT!!

.....and yes, yes, I knew full well that I was with child when I began the entire project. With as in one more than the two who were on the ground, egging me on.

There, I said it.

So, that's it, folks. Throw the first rope swing if you have never done something that you knew wasn't quite on the level but you decided it would all work out in the end. as my ever lovin' husband points out > my strength does not lie in thinking things all the way through....

The girls seem to be doing better daily. They have settled into a routine here at Meemaw & Deedee's house that includes K/preschool in the mornings, naps, snacks, TV hours (Dora, I'm sure), baths, books and bed. Surprisingly, Abbo is giving everyone the hardest time, mainly at bedtime, bu the word "NO" has become her friend. This does not bode well for one-handed-mothering, which I'll be attempting on Wednesday since there is a field trip and she can't go. Maybe a little indoctrination is in order. Hannahberry is enjoying a week off from chores, too much TV and chasing boys (!) during recess in preschool. I think she's also seeing that she has it pretty good with homeschooling....at least I hope she is.

Once my hand stops going numb and no longer needs to be propped on a notebook to achieve a good typing angle, I'll have to write about a few of the many lessons I've learned from this entire ordeal. Not really a lesson, but a gimme: God is good all the time, All the time God is good. From the get-go I've trusted that God will have me come out stronger and able to bless others with what I've learned and also to witness for myself the changes that He has in store for my family on so many levels as a result of this accident. For one thing, being forced to count on my husband (of all people!)(sarcasm!) for basic things like bathing needs is certainly not my style, but in just one week of doing so, I've felt a whole fresh love for him just begin to take root and grow! Truly. I had allowed some minor stuff to annoy me and the smallest bitterness was setting out roots - just the typical stuff that comes after 10 years of marriage - and I'm sure he could say the same thing about me....it is one thing to remember vows you said a decade before, but another to live out the "in sickness and in health." And while I wholeheartedly believe that my prayers are heard, to dutifully pray "for a stronger marriage" often ends up being just words. In our place now, its happening! The great thing is, its a deeper caring that has the benefit of maturity (?!) and life experience. So, this is one way that God is turning my lack of forethought into a basket of blessings that are so welcome and well-received.

According to one of the three clocks I see, its close to midnight so I'll be signing off. Can't wait to post more pictures of the girls, who seem to change daily. Don't give Andy too much of a hard time - he's my hero :)

One more thing, and you heard it here first: although I am still only barely pregnant at 6 weeks, my due date will be sometime around May 19, 2010. See! Aren't you glad you subscribe to my blog? You knew the news first!!

my "real" job

And so.....I gave my notice at Sentara Home Health this morning. I was so sorry to do it, because they really do seem like a good group to work with. It just wasn't going to work with my schedule and Andy's schedule. I certainly hope I didn't burn any bridges.

The girls were disappointed, too. Hannah said she wanted to go to work with her Daddy. Well, we can't all have our way all the time.

Our homeschool schedule for today is thrown to the wind. After I got home from turning in my resignation letter, I got Andy off to work and I lugged the girls into town to get a couple things. I got a calendar for school at the Dollar Tree, a pregnancy test (hey, you never know! and its just a dollar!!), and some band-aids, which we use in bulk around here; they're a good reward. ("If you will eat those carrots, I will put a green band-aid on your leg....no carrots, no bandaids....nope, I will not change my mind....that's a good girl....yummo....")

After a visit to the store, I let 'em run around the AET park (the one behind WalMart). Hannah climbed the rock wall by herself for the first time! I couldn't keep Sugar Baby off the high slides and she maneuvered up the little rock wall in no time flat. Then the girls watched the guy from Arritt Funeral Home taking down a couple canopy tents from the Memorial Day activities that were at the park this weekend. They had lots of questions, and Hannah had lots to tell him. He now knows all of our birthdays, where we live, our ages.....I hope he's honest and not into identity theft on the side or anything.

Well, I have a load of laundry in the wash, one in the dryer, both towels. In keeping with my philosophy of doing two loads of wash a day, we might have to go bare, but at least we'll be dry!

Off now to begin our first homeschool lesson after Creation. We'll be studying the sun. Hopefully it will clear up outside so we can do our science activities!!

'eiiiii, MAJIDE!!

That's our new saying. "eiiiiiiiiii, MA-JI-DE!!"
Have you seen it?!
On Hulu, of course, what else - our new favorite "family" television show, "I Survived a Japanese Game Show." The girls love it. They always ask to watch the "Red Dragons." Except for a very few PG-13 scenes among characters, it has been wholly funny. We've almost finished the second season. Abba says that she wants to play "Maj-day" and Hannah asks if I will take her to Mt. Fuji.
Maybe later.

what I did today

I did something today I haven't done in - oh, 11 years?
I went for a job interview.
Now, I was just fine until three different people asked me if I was nervous. I wasn't until I added up their "askances!"
As I went into the storefront building in downtown Covington, I just had to keep putting worry out of my mind. After all, the recruiter had spilled the beans that I was the only qualified applicant, so I figured I'd have a pretty good shot. Once we got chatting about the position, I relaxed and quit being so nervous (thanks, Ma!) and only lost my train of thought once. I think I covered it.
Anyways, they'll give me a call back at the end of August to let me know when I can start, have me fill out paperwork, give me some referrals and so on. The plan is that the job will be less than 15 hours a week and I can set my own hours. Andy will work with me about the girls; HEY - its a free counseling intervention!! We'll have to communicate better about many things, including his many, many evening meetings! Weh-eh-eh-ellll.....
I'll be working in the afternoons, evenings and weekends. Humph. That sounds like a lot. But it will be fine - I'm actually pretty excited! I'll let you know how it goes as it works out.

Nothing else new really. Our house is still on the market and no hits that have amounted to anything. We're just sittin' around, waiting for something to happen.... :)

family update

Well, Hannah's better. After a scare with a fever of 103.5, she woke up perky the next morning saying only her stomach and her throat hurt. She was a little warm, but no real fever. Today, she's off with her Daddy-o to cut firewood, then to lunch and probably by Covington Farm & Fuel for chainsaw blades. MEANwhile, back home, Abba is burning up and poor ole' girl, her fingers and feet are freezing cold. She keeps telling me she's not sick, but she looks peaked and is back down for a nap after sleeping late this morning. I had a dream I couldn't get anyone to cover for me in the craft section of VBS next week. Hopefully by Monday she'll be on her way to better health.

Speaking of VBS, I'm blogging instead of finishing preparation. I have to spray paint lids for our sand art jars. I've had everyone and their brother and sister collecting jars for me and I think I have enough....I have 130 of various sizes, and I understand there's more waiting for us at church. We plan for 150 kids at VBS, and I think last year our busiest day was 140, so I'm about on track. I'll have to post pictures of the projects we do. I think the kids will get a kick out of each of them.

Some friends of ours from Chesapeake are coming to visit tomorrow. Scott & Kit will meet us at church....they are camping about an hour and a half south of Roanoke and will park their camper in our yard overnight and head out for West Virginia on Monday morning. I forgot to tell them I've got to leave early Monday morning to get set up for VBS, but I'm sure they'll understand. The good thing about having company right now is that since our house is on the market, we've been keeping it as spotless as possible. In fact, the laundry is even staying caught up. And thanks to my AMAZING Andy, the basement is organized and tidy....no thanks to me and my "dis"organization skills. But it is nice to not have to panic that we'll be having visitors :)

OK, down to that clean basement to fill it with spray paint fumes. If I post anything a little bizarre later, you'll understand its because I am high off of paint. All for the sake of VBS, you know X)

Missed photo op

Seriously, I need some suggestions for a new camera. I'm missing some blissful photo ops because I've effectively killed two cameras in two months. And ran out of batteries for the SLR. Don't tell Andy. He'll kill ME. Any suggestions on digital cameras? Important features: a short lapse time between shots (to keep up with the girls), excellent image quality, and good zoom capabilities. All this for under $300. Soon.

Last weekend, in our WV Weekend tradition, we went here:
http://www.hangingrocktower.org/images/BooneAerial.htm
that I found out about on:
http://www.hangingrocktower.org/index.html
and yes, of course, the views were amazing....

But the wildflowers! We were literally wading through wild geraniums and side stepping Jack-in-the-Pulpits (Or is it Jacks-in-the-Pulpit. No. I'm pretty sure I just saw one Jack. And didja know that if you see a Jack, the plant is a Jenny?!), and wild columbine, Fire Pinks (which are actually bright - I mean, shockingly bright - red), may apples, trillium (not blooming yet), and what I think is Viper's Bugloss - an ugly name for an amethyst-colored spiky, quasi-shrub.

It was a "grueling" not-quite-one-mile-up hike for the mama with a Giant Baby on her back, a four and a half year old girl whose legs often-ly "needed a rest," but alas, thank goodness for Daddyo who played the encourager and peacemaker for a mama whose patience filled this space: {} and who took over the Baby Backpack 3/4 of the way up (to be fair, I carried her the whole way back!). Of course, once we made it to the top, it was so worth the walk. No raptors, but we did get eyeball to beak with several turkey vultures.... Even Han was asking when we were coming back to spend the night. (Can we do that there??)Andy made my ankles weak by resting his elbows ON and arms OVER the Hanging Rock and inviting Hannah Berry to join him - which she did - for a minute, anyways. BUT NO PICTURE! Grumble, grumble.....

I counted three peach trees in kissin' distance of the fort - just loaded. We stopped at the Cheese Store in Gap Mills for provisions before our journey, but fresh peaches at 3800' would be an exquisite treat. I can't wait to go back. With a camera, of course.

West Virginia Weekend

Last weekend was Memorial Day weekend, and we spent parts of the 3 days across the border in WV. Lessee, on Friday, we decided to go to the Kroger in Fairlea - just for something different - and we stopped in Lewisburg on the way home to let the girls play in the water fountain downtown.

I haven't laughed so hard in I don't know how long. Abba wasn't too interested after a fountain spray surprised her, but we couldn't get Hannah out of the water. I don't think her feet touched the ground for more than a minute or two the whole time we were there! Now, to be sure, she was fueled by sugar free gummy bears.

And speaking of sugar free gummy bears, my advice to you is, "don't." Because when we got home that night we surprised them with a camp-out in the back yard. Andy set up the tent and we piled in with our sleeping bags, books and lanterns. As soon as the sun set, Hannah felt some rumblings (frogs?) that had her sleeping in her own bed. Abba followed around midnight. Beware the sorbitol....!

Anyways, on Saturday we were back in West (BG) Virginia to visit Lost Caverns. Which we found (gotcha) to be a perfect adventure for our little family. Of course the girls were mostly interested in the gift shop and the wishing well filled with shiny dimes and pennies, but they didn't complain too much about the long walk (slick in places), the chilly temperatures or mama pointing out endless formations. I got a kick out of this sign....if you're not sure just what it is, be sure to catch the clue painted on the bottom left hand side [insert snide comment about West Virginians here]. I won't bore you with cavern pictures - which, to a point, all look the same in this region - but it seemed like there were an awful lot of rock slides and stalagmites that used to be stalactites. Just an observation, that's all.....because we'll definitely explore this place again.

Finally, on Sunday - or was it Monday? We chucked on over to White Sulphur Springs to enjoy the Dandelion Festival Parade. I think I didn't used to be a parade girl, and maybe one day I'll go back to not so much liking watching folks go by, but ya know, I really enjoy it! First of all, its legitimate people-watching, there's candy being thrown to you (or AT you as was the case by a rowdy bunch of Dandelion princesses), and there are loud, loud noises from Hogs, Internationals and a variety of rescue vehicles. We had a blast:

(those Hogs were a little too loud for the Sugar Baby, who found safety in a perch on Daddy-o's leg...)

Maybe its because of my Littles, but I think it is such great entertainment! Love it!