More Potato Heads

We all nearly roasted to a crispy brown this week - it was mid- to upper-eighties outside all week, with bright bright sun, which meant it was mid-nineties in the house. We spent a lot of time hiding in the basement, which probably stayed in the seventies, and the girls spent a lot of time wearing nothing but diapers, which they love.

The heat did seem to wear them out a little bit though, as they both had a good long afternoon nap almost every day this week.


It seems we have spent a lot of time this week playing potato heads. Catherine likes to build an actual potato head or carrot head and set it up high on a book shelf so we can all look at it.


Mary prefers a more...organic approach to building potato heads. She's going through an impressionist phase. Her potato heads usually have several ears, and almost always have an arms sticking out of the top of their heads. It's rather a surprise that this one actually has a face where the face should go.



And just a note: it is unwise to lie on the floor with your eyes closed if Mary is in the room with a ukulele. The bridge of my nose is slightly bruised and very tender. Ukuleles are not big, but they are not soft either.