"A (wo)man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of (her)his life in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of beautiful God has implanted in the human soul."- Goethe

Tuesday, February 19, 2013


We love the winter around here because it means wearing BOOPS:

In the winter, we sing the snowman song a dozen times a day.
In the winter, we bundle up like marshmallows to go zipping down snowy hills.
In the winter, we think the sound of windshield wipers and road slush splashing all over our car is the most hilarious sound ever invented.
In the winter, we gasp in delight as snow falls from the sky and stick out our tongues with eyes closed to try and catch a taste.
In the winter, we wear our favorite hand-made hats everywhere we go, even if bright red doesn't match what we're wearing.
In the winter, we help Kirk make the biggest snowpeople in the world.
In the winter, we say 'hi' and 'bye' and have regular conversations with our snowpeople.
In the winter, we exclaim BRRRRR! each time the front door opens or we touch a cold window.
In the winter, we walk oh-so-carefully on the icy porch and sidewalk.
In the winter, we sing the snowflake snowflake song, especially in the car.
In the winter, we look out the window at the birds and moon and eat snacks piled on the windowsill.
In the winter, we read extra books and share extra snuggles.