We had to stay home from preschool today due to colds. I decided to let Sig do the same art project we were supposed to do at school. It was supposed to be two different projects: painting a yellow sun on the white paper & painting a orange face on the yellow sun cut-out. Sig said "I think it goes like this mom!"
Then I gave her a chance to free paint. She said, "I will do a dog...cat! Cat!". So she starts painting, asks how to do a bowl of water (blue u-shape), finishes, looks at it & says, "It's my ant! That's silly!"
So the door between our bedroom and bathroom squeaks. (Truth be told, every door in our house sticks, squeaks and/or creaks upon opening! This is more a statement of fact than a complaint.)
Anyway, yesterday I was awoken WAY too early by the repeated slow squeak of said door. I sit up and whisper (because Andy & Willa a managing to sleep through this), "Sig, what are you doing?"
Response: "It's not me. It's my cat Max--she's meowing. I think she's REALLY HUNGRY!"
The thing is, once I saw the cat's head peeking out from around the door, the squeak really did sound like a hungry cat! I wish I had my phone to prove it.
Of course I starting laughing hysterically--causing both Andy & Willa to snarfle & roll over. They are more alike every day!
Sig & I decided to take Max into the kitchen to make pancakes!
This video has nothing to do with squeaky doors--I just think Willa is precious!
Signy was creating her voicemail message today: I didn't catch the beginning on video, but she said "Hi! This is Signy Grace. I didn't give your message, and I will give your message back. Bye!"
Then, I guess I was supposed to "hear" her message. Little slow on the uptake, mom:
