A Couple Stories

I forgot to mention these the other day when I blogged, so I thought I'd throw in an addendum:

When Finley was using her sidewalk paints the other day, I pulled up a chair with my sketchbook and pencils and started to sketch a future painting. I was holding my pencil in what we artists like to call the "violin-bow-grip", which is exactly like it sounds-how you would hold a violin bow to play the instrument. (Try it!) Finley looked up from her painting and saw me drawing like this and she shouted, "No, Mom! Like this!" She grabbed the pencil from me and held it just like you are "supposed to" hold a pencil if you were writing your name, etc. - which we artists call the "pen grip". She was pretty pleased with herself!

Then, I grabbed the chalk while she was painting and started writing stuff. She wasn't paying attention, but I was writing her name. She looked up and saw her name written on the step and she said, "That's Finny! Write Mommy!" So we went through a long list of family: Mommy, Daddy, Annie, Luke, Megan, Sadie, etc.

Finally, tonight Cam went to Canterbury with Chris Fett. Chris came to pick him up and we told her he was going to see the horses. She asked about 3,000 times where Daddy, Chris and Phil (don't ask!) went and every time she would answer her own question with, "Daddy go see horses. They poop in the street!" This is apparently a very strong memory from the parade we went to in Zumbrota last weekend. She's so funny!