Penwheel

It's called a penwheel because it has a stick shaped like a pen with a wheel on it.

The send off

Stay safe Uncle Ry.

Stolen moments

Play times have been few and far between this weekend. But the ones we have had have been worth the trip.

Love stinks

Happy trails

Every girl's dream is to ride a horse.

I don't know what it is about the things, but the girls love 'em. Kaylee has been asking about riding a horse for almost as long as she could string together a sentence. Unfortunately, everything we looked into required her to be five years old.

Then our friends introduced us to Chip.

Chip is a tiny little thing – not much taller than Kaylee. He's got a soft, brown coat. He likes to lick the salt off your hands. And best of all – you only have to be four years old to ride him.

Kaylee seemed to get the hang of things quickly. Not that there's a lot to riding a horse this size. Especially when he's actually being led around by a rope. But she sat up straight, worked the reins and loved every minute of it.

I have a feeling Chip and Kaylee are going to be seeing more of each other in the near future.

Breakfast of champions

Maple & Brown Sugar oatmeal with Cheez-Its.
For dipping.
Ew.

Dear Kaylee

Dear Kaylee,

You asked me to send you pictures of my trip and of snow. This is both in one shot!

I took this while I was in the airplane this afternoon. That's Chicago! Doesn't it look tiny? (If you look closely at the bottom of the photo, you can see Wrigley Field. That's where the Cubs play baseball!)

I got to see all the snow from the air. It was cool. We even flew over the lake. It was covered in ice!

Be good for Mommy. I miss you and will see you soon.

Love, Daddy

The kid's got taste

New artwork for the bedroom. Kaylee approves.