Marie's grandfather is the one with the pomengranite tree. Marie has incredible natural ringlets. She is my little Shirley Temple. I love her.
Notice Estelle's Green Eggs and Ham shirt from my friend Jane in Florida, which of course no one has any idea what the heck her shirt is - they all think it is some crazy graffiti shirt from a rap band or something. How exactly can one "explain" Dr. Seuss? I don't even try. I just say "It's a thing. From America." Not like you can translate Hop on Pop. Talk about lost in translation. Gheesh.And here's our little Roller:
She thinks sitting up in the corner of the couch is FUN:
Recently Estelle has become fascinated with the quilt on her wall that Joan made for her when she was just a few months old. I often find her standing on her bed examining all the squares to see just Who is Who.
This is funny for us as she usually is talking to herself, outloud, in English, identifying characters on the fabric. I am so happy to hear her talking to herself in English, I could care less what it is about, I practically faint. It's a miracle I had the wherewithall to grab my camera (Thomas says "yeah, right" to that comment).
And finally, a little video with some playmat rolling action and squealing:
