"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Despite the cold, we went for a walk on Monday because the kids and I felt cooped up. Isaiah pretended to be a monster, and screeched and growled all the way around the block. We saw many small, imaginary monsters for him to devour all along the way. Some hid in lilac bushes and trees, a few crouched low on rocks in the park strip, or dawdled on the lawn. He found them all and ate them up. Charlotte loved riding in the stroller and wearing her hat and gloves.

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