This afternoon while Ben was slaving over a delicious dinner, Cat was learning songs on her new ukulele (more about then whenever I circle back to Christmas) and I was doing her hair. What you see pictured is my second attempt at a Dutch braid, which Cat helped me to pancake. Feeling pretty cool.
Resident Mime
Eliza has been working on her miming skills the last couple of days. At random times she will stop talking, over exaggerate her facial expressions, point to herself, use a hand to symbolize a mouth talking, and shake her head "no" while doing a kind of slitting-the-throat gesture. This means that the next mime session has begun. Feeling limited in what she can communicate with gestures, though, Eliza has started writing notes to convey various messages.
Imagine my delight when I plopped into bed tonight, exhausted, and I found tonight's blog post right there: a couple of Eliza The Mime's notes to Ben.
Translation, with spelling and punctuation modernized:
"Dad, I am a mime. Jack and Luke are being really mean! I cannot ignore them!"
"Jack and Luke are eating Biscoff (cookie spread) with their fingers and spoon."
Lowest of the Low
I think this was the lowest temp in my city today. And the kids were mad at me because this morning I insisted on changing our after school pick-up routine. I picked them up via carpool (where kids wait in the gym for parents to arrive and they're notified when it's time to go out to the car) instead of at our usual walker/biker meeting place a short walk from the school.
But everyone survived the cold, including Ben, who saw snow in Dallas where he was working today. And when he flew back to Utah, he even found his car (though it was buried in snow and at least partially frozen to the ground) and made it home safely in spite of the weather.










