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Piece of Cake.

We're slowly chugging through this week, biding our time until A.'s cold is no more.  To lighten our spirits, Mother Nature spread a little snow in Old Town yesterday. While it would've been nice to get outside for a little fresh air (for once!), it was a bit magical feeling just looking at the snow from indoors (I put off ordering A.'s snow boots; yesterday's weather finally pushed me to accomplish that important task).

And, thankfully, A. took a bit of a nap and was in more optimistic spirits, her runny nose making the transition to a pesky cough (thank you, again, Vicks Vapor Rub.  A.'s feet love you!).  We had a serious water-color-turned-finger-painting session (we're talking 1+hrs), where A. discovered a new technique: shake the watercolors over the paper, then smear the drops of watery paint with hands.  That was followed by a much-enjoyed loooooong bath (must try dear friend R.'s cabin fever suggestion: fun bath in bathing suit!)

My favorite part of the day by far, though, was helping A. make her first cake.  We divided up the ingredients into cups A. could handle, she in her bib and I in my Christmas apron (I told her it was my bib). Thank goodness for having emergency instant cake mixes and frosting on hand!

A. was a huge fan of all parts, except for the electric handmixer (can't you just imagine the wheels turning in her head:  "What is that?")  Later, after bath no. 2, we chocolate-frosted and sprinkled our cake w/ color and, barring all no-major-sweets-right-before-bedtime-rules, dug in.  Thank you, A.!

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Reader Comments (2)

One of my favorite posts ever. A is lucky to have these "firsts" lovingly documented by mom.

December 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterA's Dad

Um, I notice something very special around A's neck! I LOVE those bibs. Did you know that when I lived in town down the street from Emily I used to walk Emerson down to her house almost every day. One day I dropped one of his burb clothes and didn't know. Emily showed up on my doorstep that afternoon with it in hand. She said she knew right away by the embroidery that it was mine from grandma!

December 22, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermellissa

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