A portrait of my birdies, Wren and Phoebe, once a week for every week of the year.
The week of the Phoebes. This kid.
Lying down in the tub. Chris took this one.
Wrecent Wren. Really into LEGO these days. She’s mostly abandoned the kits and builds her own now. This is when LEGO gets real.
Wren’s into the camera now. She loves to set up a scene and direct me to “take a picture of THIS.” Here’s one of her recent scenes. She orchestrated the entire happening, including the arrangement of all the items, wardrobe and getting Phoebe to do exactly what she wanted her to do. This is no easy feat.
Wren was very pleased with the outcome as you can see in her proud face. Phoebe? I’m not quite sure. But she’s getting used to playing with her sister. No worries; although she’s tiny, she’s very assertive…
The Polar Vortex continues here in northern Michigan, although we’ve got less than three weeks until spring. It’s been in the single digits almost every day for a while. This has meant that we’ve had A LOT of indoor time. It feels like we’re at school/work, car, home, store, church, repeat as needed. The windchills have been so low that we just don’t last too long outside, especially the littlest birdie. So we’ve been trying to embrace our indoor time (cabin fever…) with some creative activities (lots of painting and drawing) and lots of free play. Oh, and about five thousand YouTube clips of Frozen. Ahem.
Sight word study. Great use for plastic eggs from last year…
Wren made me a sticker set from little white Avery labels. Oh my, my hands are dry.
The girls have been playing pretty nicely together. Most of the time. They made a big forest scene then ran the train through it.
Then all hell broke loose. Well, not really, but you know how it goes… all this indoor free play gets, err, messy.
How is your cabin fever, lovelies?
Weekly portraits of Wren and Phoebe. Every week of 2014.
Phoebe Jane playing with the train.
Wren Sabina with her “twin.”
Portraits of my birdies, Wren and Phoebe. Once a week for every week of 2014.
Chris took these carousel photos of the girls this week. We spent Saturday morning at the mall and Wren declared it “the best day ever. Better than a birthday.” It’s nice to know that a hot dog, fries and a few turns around on the carousel could make them so happy!
Northern Michigan has been buzzing recently with talk of the infamous “ice caves” that have formed between Leland and Northport along the Lake Michigan shoreline. We decided to venture out to see just how amazing they really were.
Skeptic/snob alert: usually when a lot of people say something is “so amazing “and “so awesome,” I have a tendency to tune out. Just like the books that are at the top of the best seller lists; usually when a lot of people read something, it makes me think that it’s not very well-written and I avoid it. So. Northern Michigan ice caves… hmm.
They ARE amazing. Awesome. Once we slid over the ice, hoisted each other over the top of the caves, scrambled a bit and got down to them… I turned around, gasped a bit and teared up. I was stunned. Kids were playing around, sliding and yelling, “this is awesome!” The late afternoon light was incredible. The ice formations at this scale? I had never seen anything quite like it and I wondered if we would again.
Photo alert: there are a lot.
What an impactful experience for all of us, but especially for the children. Nature is amazing. God is amazing. We live in an incredible place.
It was one of those rare experiences in nature when I felt deep and wide in my heart that there is an incredible force that’s greater than all of us, within all of us, hugging all of us tight.
And with the warm-up this week, these are sure to become hazardous. It truly felt like a once-in-a-lifetime gift. And it was worth every minute of the slippery hike down and the long walk back with cold, hungry, whiny birdies.
Thank you, ice caves. Thank you, Mother Nature. Thank you, God. We are refreshed and renewed.
Portraits of my lovely birdies, Wren and Phoebe. Once a week, every week of the year.
I couldn’t choose just two photos this week. So many great ones, says the biased Mama. Both birdies were sick last week and Chris was out of town so we hunkered down in our nest. We had about enough of that by the weekend so we headed to our downtown WinterFest. Just what we needed.
First up, the big sister.
Wren played three rounds of frozen putt-putt. That’s right, 27 holes.
Next up, the little sister.