
This is me in my future new bedroom. Papa has been working upstairs pretty much my whole life. Sometimes he lets me go up and help; like this afternoon. It's an amazing place, I hope I get to move up there before I graduate from high school. In the mean time, papa build this awesome chalk board for me and hung it on the wall in my new room. We draw out plans and learn how to spell words. Sometimes when no one is looking I like to taste the chalk.

I drew pictures while papa was busy laying the 1st floorboard.

Here you can see Papa installing the 1st floor board in the new upstairs. I'm not sure how many more he has to do before we can move upstairs, but I'm pretty sure it's more than three (which is how high I can count). But I didn't even get to use all the numbers that i know because it took him all afternoon to get this one in. But, it's a step in the right direction.

Wednesday this week was a snow day! 17 inches fell in Madison and Mama and Papa and I got to spend the whole day at home playing games and reading and eating. It was great, except when we tried going out side. Now think about it, I'm only about 31 inches tall, so if the snow is 17 inches, that's up to my armpits in snow. Explain to me why I'd want to be out in it?

However, I did get NEW BOOTS which you can see me in here. They are big boy boots. I have also discovered the benefits of mittens, they really do keep your hands warm!

This is the front of the house now. The snow is great but I'm not a big fan of the cold. What kind of parents do I have that are trying to document my misery? Can't we just go inside?

The best part about the snow storm was the neighbors skid steer that came to plow out the driveway. It moved that HUGE pile of snow into the front yard. Back and forth, back and forth . . . Papa and I watched it out the front window for a long time. It snowed again later in the week and when i got up in the morning I raced to the window to see it again, I asked it to please come back, but papa said there wasn't enough snow. How disappointing. More snow please!

In other exciting news, I'm learning how to swim. Mama and I go every week to the pool. When i first get there I'm so excited that I can hardly stand it. We play with balls, kick our feet, sing songs and jump off the side of the pool. The Grand ole Duke of York is my favorite, I go way up high, then plunge down into the water. I can blow bubbles and when i go down the slide I can hold my breath and go under water. After about 2o min or so though i start to shiver. By the end of class I'm frozen, but even on the way out I'm still saying "more pool please!" Thursdays are great!