There is art over the mantle, and then there is art on the mantle. This appeared around our fireplace at some point over the last week. Myriam noticed it first, and wondered aloud about the identity of the artist. "It was Colin," Evelyn informed her. "How do you know that?" Myriam replied, somewhat suspiciously - assigning blame is an Olympic sport around here. "He signed it", she stated. Sure enough, there was his proud signature crowning the right-hand column. I'm relieved that Colin prefers to work in pencil and crayon, and not paint or permanent marker....
The mantle, from afar
If you enlarge this one, you can see Colin's signature at the top
Working on a puzzle
Such a bucolic picture. You would never know that their rhubarb leaves are flags, and they are signing "Oh Canada" and "Away in a Manger" at the top of their lungs at 8:30am on a Sunday morning. Our neighbours LOVE us.
Malcolm finally gets to sample the cake batter. I tried to get him out from underfoot while the older kids baked a cake, by taking him on a trike ride with the dog. He knew exactly what I was doing, and refused to budge. He howled the entire way to the park, and I had to carry him half a kilometer. Did I mention our neighbours love us?
Daddy and Malcolm, watching Thomas this morning. The Ducklings slept over at Nana and Opa's, so Malcolm had our undivided attention. He revels in it.
And last but not least, this was an exchange captured this afternoon, as I arrived home with the Ducklings from my parents' house:
Me: Okay, guys, Malcolm is napping, so we have to go into the house really quietly. As quietly as possible. Super silent. Like a....
Colin: (grinning broadly) I know Mummy!! Like a super silent "e".
