gra·tu·itous cute halloween photos of beatrice

I couldn't help it. I held myself off as long as I could. I did send the grandparents photos immediately, but I feel you should all be made to ooh and aah, if only to be polite:




Unfortunately, there are no pictures of me as the Geisha "Girl" after a long, hard night!

Figurative Art

I am pleased that Beatrice is captivated enough by the human head to draw faces. We also discovered, by coming across a rather large "inscription" in one of Bea's books, that she's started printing her name; the letters are not in order, mind you, but all three are there. Wait until some ocd teacher makes here write her full name!

Bad Idea?

I remember these as a kid, and I've just been reminded of them now through Beatrice, but what about those markers they sell that smell like something? I'm not sure, for many reasons, this is a good idea - can you imagine the folks at Crayola sitting around the table talking about what a great selling point it would be if we could get kids started early smelling markers - what's next, spray paint that smells like watermelon?

Here's an example of a much less toxic, though equally as disturbing, perhaps, side effect of the smelly markers - the dreaded nose marks:

One of our new favorite characters...

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Experiment with Video

Life in a Box

We discovered that, Temple Grandin style, Bea really likes small tight spaces. She put in some notebooks and colored pencils and a set of claves and managed to get herself in this box all over the house. Eventually we cut a little peep/breathing hole and she went on all kinds of adventures.

Further Signs of Spring

The Forsythia blooms in a day...


The bottomless play in the sandbox...



The first sickly sweet treat from the rough looking dude driving the ice cream truck...

A daughter's first (and only allowed) foray into the horror of the Bratz...looks more like a female Mr. Bill...

Spring Has (Finally) Sprung

Not only have the last piles of dirty snow-ice melted, allowing us, once again, to use our whole driveway, but the crocuses and daffodils have been poking their delicate little heads out of the comfort of their leaves, only to be plucked, in the prime of their babyhood, but one Beatrice E. Kubasik. She loves the pretty flowers, but has no concept yet, of letting them grow tall and strong and then picking them. Buddhist parenting comes in handy during times like these. We also got around to raking the yard, as we hadn't done it in the Fall, and we dream and fantasize about what we could do with it if we had some cash - it's little, but has infinite possibilities, of course. It's so wonderful to breath fresh, grassy, dirt-y smells in the air and to bury our toes in the sand once again. WELCOME SPRING. Welcome newness and that particular shade of green that only Spring exhibits.




Even though Spring does seem to have arrived, some days are warmer (and less windy) then others. Bea and I ventured out to Kettle Cove, but, instead of sitting on our blanket, we huddled under it. And read FERDINAND - a classic we recommend highly about a bull who simply wanted to sit and smell the flowers. We hope to see you all at the beach during a warmer day.

HELLO MONDAY!

She's up and at'em this morning. Bea's been picking out her own clothes for awhile and sometimes she just picks a winner!

Winner of the Best Caption goes to Nana!

"Hurry, James. I'm due at Balthazar in five minutes."