I have no pictures for this post. So instead you get to see one of the few "say cheese" pictures I’ve ever taken of my children.
The children’s department in our library has a display case that features the collections of the young library patrons. Our family got "the call" for Emma to share her Schleich collection during the month of March. It was quite eye-opening to see them all together. Dan’s mother works in a toy store and one of the perks is that my children have been getting a little family of animals in the mail or for any and every holiday since birth.
It was quite painful for the kids to have their collection on display. When Emma signed up, I don’t think she thought about what it would mean to have her whole collection taken away and locked up for a month.
Both of them sort of wandered around the house aimlessly, not exactly sure what their creative play life would look like without a handful of horses, zebras and deer. But they’re back and the reunion was sweet.
So on a completely different note and my purpose for this post–questions. Spring fever is hitting my blog and I’m doing a little work on the old sidebar, including finally tackling my "about page". I’m really horrible at this stuff–sizing myself up, describing myself in a neat little paragraph. So instead, I thought I’d put out the all-call for questions. So fire away, ask me anything. Please. I don’t care what you ask–where were you born? What color are your eyes? What’s your favorite meal? Do you color your hair? What college did you go to? As long as its not my social security number, home address or checkbook balance, I won’t care. Give me some material folks. I’d love to have some questions to answer in my about page, because the long-winded paragraphs I just wrote are no good. And if you don’t ask me some good questions, then you’ll just have to suffer with the gibberish I just wrote–at ten at night, dinner dishes untouched, dog scratching at the door and someone in ladybug pajamas taking up my spot in the bed.
Help a girl out. Ask me anything.
**PS. thank you for all the birthday wishes for miss mary. warmed my heart.**