A toy train because Frances and George were having a disagreement about playing with it. Of all of the fancy Thomas the Train Engines in the house, both wanted to play with this plain, wooden engine. Maybe it was just a battle of the wills. But I really think it was because that is the engine their Aunt Katherine gave them.
Two marshmallows (one plain; one bunny-shaped). Frances loves marshmallows more than pretty much anything else in the entire world these days. She accidentally dropped these two when she was parading around the house the other evening, saving her “special treat” (as she calls them) to show Daddy. Everything about this makes my heart sing – that she uses the words “special treat” to refer to her dessert, that she loves marshmallows with Easter just around the corner (good timing, kid!) and that she wants to show her treasure to her daddy so much that she is willing to put off eating them until he gets home from work. I, of course, replaced the dropped marshmallows with clean ones. But I secretly kept the dirty ones to make me smile when I’m schlepping up the dirty dinner dishes.
Four partially-eaten dog bones. Max loves bones. Marshall pretends to love them and then spits them out. Of all of the things that Marshall does, this one is most unusual (and endearing) in part because he will eat anything, except apparently a rawhide bone that is made for dogs.
A penny. For good luck!
A penny. For good luck!
A digital outdoor thermometer. Thankfully, this small but immeasurably important piece of equipment conveyed with our house when we purchased it almost seven years ago. I had no idea how handy it would be then, but I look at that thermometer countless times a day particularly now that I am home and have a daughter who is obsessed with wearing sleeveless dresses at all times. But its most useful purpose (to me anyway) is to let me know how cold (or hot) my predawn run will be. I know exactly what running clothes to wear if the thermometer tells me it’s 18 degrees or colder (layers, layers, layers), 37 degrees (my UVA hat, gloves, a turtleneck and thinner pants), 45 degrees (baseball hat, long sleeve shirt, shorts, no gloves), 59 degrees (short sleeve shirt, shorts, baseball hat) or 70+ degrees (sleeveless shirt, shorts, baseball hat and lots of Body Glide!). I have no idea what I will do if this thermometer breaks and hope that Radio Shack is still in the business of making these little gems if it ever does.
Happy Friday everyone!
PS - please excuse the blurry picture and filthy windowsill. I am in the process of convincing my wonderful husband that we need to invest in a better camera and this picture is Exhibit 853 for my presentation. The filthy windowsill is to convince him that we need a live-in maid. I am hoping the large cost of the latter's request will convince him that the former one is really not that bad.