We have had the world's coldest weather (OK, for Houston) and as a result, Emma has been couped up inside. It isn't by choice for Emma. I don't go outside when it is cold outside. Poor Emma has tried to talk me into going outside. She has brought my shoes and hers and her coat to the door and pulled on the door knob in an attempt to get me to take her outside. I actually hide her shoes and mine to head off such requests. I am that mean of a mom. Aaron was filled with mercy. So on the coldest day of the week, he took her to the park where the park was covered in ice. It was so cold that Houston was one big skate rink on the overpasses and bridges and trees. Aaron actually got to work from home because he couldn't get to work due to the plethora of car accidents and traffic.
We took Emma to the Children's museum this weekend. Emma loves this place. It is like nursery on steroids. There's a bunch of cool toys and she goes from one thing to the next and could stay there all day.
Emma loves Bernoulli's principle. A tube of air blows a scarf up in the air. She roars with laughter at this one.
Emma and the fish tank.
Aaron reading to Emma.
Emma in the kitchen.
I made bread today and Emma helped. The bread had finished rising and was ready to go in the oven. It was at this point in the process when Emma made her contribution (while my back was turned).
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