"Weeee!"

Caroline is still an aficionada of the newspaper, though this time she was hunting for bargains in the Sunday ads:

A few weeks ago, I bought a box of "large washable crayons" (which, I'm told, does not mean you should leave them in the pockets of your jeans on laundry day, but rather that you can scrub away the little marks your children make on the white walls of the hallway) and finally got the nerve up to let the kids use them one Sunday.  I taped large white pieces of paper down to the table (note to self: invest in a roll of cheap butcher paper) and let them select their own crayons and have at it.  The first thirty seconds or so of the following clip contains my poor attempt at commentary.  I think we know why Daddy is the broadcaster in this house.

And to cap off our week of playgrounds, we ventured out in Grandma and Grandpa's housing development in Livermore to discover what sort of fun could be had.  There is a big, beautiful grassy area for running around in, but we focused on the play structures.  There are two - one for bigger and the other for littler kids.  Both are a bit above the Salvateenies' age range, but there were two "baby swings" that they quite enjoyed and a handful of slides.  Max and Daniel got the most fun, however, out of the wood chip surface under the swings and spent a good ten minutes picking up handful to give to Grandma and then smacking it back out of her hands to start all over.

While this was all happening, Caroline had somehow talked Daddy into helping her on the slide - a new place to say "Weee!"

(Note Caroline's new hairdo - those tiny rubber bands really do the trick!)