Did Rodin's Mother Find Things Like This?

It's not exactly "The Thinker," but Amelia definitely has some leanings toward sculpture. Her creations are almost always 3-D and require a lot of scotch tape. (Scotch tape, like chapstick and decent pens, is a scarcety in our home. Alan, I just gave you excellent ideas for stuffing my stocking.)

Last night on the back of a chair I found two washcloths scotch-taped together. Sometimes lines of scotch tape just show up by themselves on the steps, books, or furniture. Let's see where this artsy tendency takes her...

Speaking of art, tonight I went to the Messiah Sing-along with the Baltimore Choral Arts Society, where I reveled in being surrounded by an entire auditorium of people who think it is FUN to tote their own scores and plow shamelessly through 2/3 of that work of musical mastery. I felt like a bona fide music nerd. I loved it (except for those two unintentional solos I took, coming in a couple bars early here and there.)

Tomorrow I will take the girls to their Concert for Kids. The girls have gone to a few "real" concerts (including my parents' church's concerts, which are always lovely), but this will be their first official kids' concert. Can't wait!

Patterson Park

The day after Thanksgiving, we ended our Zippy Tour at this spot, and I was reminded how beautiful this park is. So, upon arriving home I scooped up the girls and headed back. They rolled down this hill a million times, played on the awesome playground, and I watched the sun set.

We've got to go back here on a Sunday--that cool, Victorian-era Japanese pagoda is open and free to the public every Sunday from 1-6 pm! (And it is NOT leaning like the Tower of Pisa. That is due to the angle at which I held the camera.)

Picture Night

The annual Bisset Cousin Christmas Photos at The Picture People (who have moved to White Marsh Mall...silly me. I showed up at the wrong mall. Fortunately, they were running behind and we made it.)

Look at those matching outfits. Look at Mom holding court on the spinning stools. Look at those adorably-PJ-clad kids. Look at those lollipops. Mom always manages to have on them hand at the most opportune times.

My how time flies. It doesn't seem that long ago that three of these four were in diapers and crying their eyes out while we tried to keep...them...still....long...enough...to...snap...a...picture. (Not a stellar year for the Christmas pics, 2006!)

It will not be long until they will be too old to change into matching PJs during the picture sessions. I think I am going to cry.