Oh-so-thankfully, everything seems to be waking up. WEMU is playing old crackly songs with saucy lyrics (how big are the biscuits, how sweet the honey, whose jelly roll?), tiny birds are plashing about the pseudo swamp of my back yard, and Javier has been plotting out play rehearsals by pacing between bedroom, living room, kitchen; bedroom, living room, kitchen. I picked up my Cakeasaurus picture project again, after a long dormant period.
Have been carving one block, like so:
|though now suddenly, with the nice weather, I no longer wish to carve in the basement...|
|initially the middle guy was the ticket. But then again: no.|
|He has undergone many iterations|
|he's wide awake, when he shouldn't be. Like so many of us.|
|Red-handed cake theft, with prior boy character|
~~ And then Compatriot arrived, we went off to find a parade spot, and life rushed forward, as often happens... Off to work.