My mom called this morning and said she'd found my copy of East of Eden in a bag of tissue paper. I've been without my main reading material since Christmas, and have been quite lost without it. I was sure my grandma (accidentally) stole it and took it back to Columbus with her...sorry, grandma. Not that I think she wanted to read Steinbeck's masterpiece, but I gave a book to her for Christmas and assumed she'd picked up my book instead of her book to take back with her. I've marked key passages and pages, so it would have been a very devastating loss. Well, I suppose worse things could happen.
A tea party--of very small proportions.
Tube feed + pirate ship = happiness
Isaac was given a Hexbug for Christmas. It's some kind of battery operated bug-robot that initially sounded like a silly toy to me, but as it turns out, Isaac treats it like his special pet and gets really mad if anyone touches it. He never signs that he loves us, but did sign that he loves his bug. So there, not so silly after all.
Isaac, giving Isabella an apology hug for throwing something at her hand.
The next post will be all about Isabella's fairy garden!