We spent some time up in Maine this week, visiting baby Adam, snowshoeing a couple of times, visiting with Grammy, and running around like crazy ladies. Molly likes going to new places and making them her own -- she enjoyed the little rocking chair that was created sometime when the dinosaurs were still around... I mean, it was Grammy's. She also liked deconstructing the CD collection. Most of all, she liked chasing the kitties around like a bat out of hell yelling "Harry" (in this funny little British-like accent) at anything with four legs and fur. She was very gentle when she managed to get her hands on one of them, which was a miracle.
The wind was blowing some arctic nastiness today so we decided to go to the New Hampshire Children's Museum with Molly's friend Sadie (and her parents). It was a fun little place with lots of good stuff for the miniature set. I'm excited that Molly's getting to the point where we can enjoy some of this stuff; it breaks up the long winter days. Molly's favorite exhibit: a box. She couldn't get enough of the box and just wanted to go in it and sit. Awesome.
Another favorite was the mirror... shocking. The little vanity plate cannot get enough of herself.
John and Molly rang the bell on the trolley. It was no box but it was sort of enjoyable.
John's favorite exhibit -- these twirly things. Sometimes Molly paid attention and other times she wandered around staring at people.
They had a little post office to play in and the ladies liked to ring the bell and see who would come to the window. My favorite, however, was...
the really grumpy woman in back who didn't seem to be having the time of her life. Hellloooo, it's a miniature post office. What could be more fun?
How come this thing is so small?
I think I can get it on there...
One down, 200 to go.
eating the baby's head. I think hot dog eating contests are in his future.
John was trying to program throughout the weekend but I think he had more success with getting wee ones to laugh. Molly likes to use her dad's keyboard almost as much as he does, which I hear isn't very helpful when trying to get work done.
Last night, in an effort to get dinner on the table, I set up a little water table for Molly. Once again, she missed the point (see here for another time when she didn't really get it) that it's supposed to be for splashing around in not for getting in. She was happy as a lark in there, though, so why fight it?
I think this looks like she's making a really important phone call. "Hello, Mr. President? It's me, Molly. I'd like to discuss some domestic policy. I really think that lunch time should be moved up by about two hours."
Another favorite was the mirror... shocking. The little vanity plate cannot get enough of herself.
John and Molly rang the bell on the trolley. It was no box but it was sort of enjoyable.
John's favorite exhibit -- these twirly things. Sometimes Molly paid attention and other times she wandered around staring at people.
They had a little post office to play in and the ladies liked to ring the bell and see who would come to the window. My favorite, however, was...
the really grumpy woman in back who didn't seem to be having the time of her life. Hellloooo, it's a miniature post office. What could be more fun?
played with slinkies and made funny faces
used Little People as finger puppets
read lots of books
ran away from diaper changes
and learned to do lots with a fork except actually pick up food.
I forgot Molly's snow booties so she borrowed Grammy's to keep her tootsies toastie.
Greg got an expedition sled to tote his stuff around -- including Molly, who benefitted from some modifications on the sled and stayed warm and cozy during our outing.
Molly was tuckered from her tough winter workout. The princess wave is in the works...
Molly spent some time "reading" her books. She's very particular about which books she reads and she chooses her material with great care.
Lots of peek-a-boo and playing with her ball.
She is very diligent and makes sure not to shirk on the back of her mullet.
