Monday, February 11, 2013
Xavier was in France this weekend with Mademoiselle Marguerite, so Colette and I hunkered down in New York for the mega snow storm (it was kind of anticlimactic, I mean, it was snow). The result was beauty out of every window though.
When we saw this scene of the hill and the kids out the front window, Colette leaned and pressed her nose up against the glass, emitting little shrieks. We ran outside to go join them - or at least just watch them. Colette kept kicking her legs in the carrier and squealing and, of course, waving frantically at all of them. They were big kids, though, and they didn't notice her. Poor baby. She even tried blowing kisses at some point (her newest trick). We moved on to eating snow, which hypnotized her. She could not get enough. (Am I poisoning her with big city acid rain snow? I kept wondering to myself and trying to recall more from my 6th grade primer on saving the planet and the dangers of acid rain and then multiplying the dangers of what I did recall by ten because of surefire augmented levels of pollution. But I still kept feeding her the snow).
When we went back inside, Colette decided to empty the contents of all drawers at her level.
...and then she took simulated sleep breaks (eyes wide open) on the piles of removed clothing. Pretty exciting day.