Nursery rhyme

At Grandma and Grandpa's house this weekend, Grandma recited a variation on this poem/nursery rhyme:

"There was a little boy
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of his forehead.
And when he was good
He was very, very good
But when he was bad
He was horrid!"

And I said, "That sounds like me!"

More snow fun

I had more fun in the snow - this time, just down the road at Rosendale Elementary School. I played on the snow-covered playground equipment, and rode the sled down the hill. It wasn't as steep as the one at Gurney Lane, but it was still fun.

Drawing and coloring

G'ma and 'Pa's goog friends and neighbors, the Spector's, gave me an art set for Christmas, and when I heard that Mrs. Spector wasn't feeling well, I thought it'd be nice to use the art supplies to make something for her. Dad drew the outlines and I colored it with crayons, pencils, markers and watercolor paints. And a couple of weeks ago in school, for our unit on healthy bodies, I drew a picture of myself eating vegetables (specifically tomatoes and peas). I love my veggies.