This and That

Camille

Since I’ve been writing so much about Spencer, I thought I should say a little about Sweet Camille. She is passionate, like her father. Very determined and independent. She doesn't like wearing her clothes and takes them off at every opportunity, particularly when she's in bed. It isn't infrequently, that I check on her during her nap and find a bare bottom sticking in the air while she slumbers on her blankie. She loves to give hugs but won't kiss, and will only hug when it's her own idea. She is learning and using new words every day. My favorite is when we are searching room to room for her blankie. She says, "where are you." When she doesn't see it, she says, "nooope." Very cute.

Her story is best told in pictures, so here they are.

She loves her blankie.


Camille loves to tumble. She's taught herself to do a clumsy somersault

Camille recently had her first haircut. She was very well-behaved.

If you know this child, you know she knows how to scowl. Here's a great example:

Homemade
I keep making things. I know this won’t become a habit, so I’m saving it on my blog to show that I occasionally make things from scratch, with my own hands. Maybe in a few months, it’ll happen again. It sure was fun.

We made gingerbread men. As usual, Luke's was the best.

Anticipation of homemade pizza! If I'd known how easy it is and how
much the kids love it, I'd have done it long ago.

Bags. I thought my bag-making frenzy was over, but I made one for Camille for
Christmas, and I couldn't help making one for myself.

I don't know why I love making cake, but I really do love it. I love how the eggs, sugar and butter get light and fluffy and curdle when creamed together. I love adding the flour, watching the batter thicken and smooth. I love the smells of sugar, cocoa and vanilla. I love layering and frosting. It's kind of like a miracle. (I know I overuse that word.) Out of flour, sugar, butter, cream and cocoa- just powders and fat- something so delightful comes. And I love to eat cake. There is a little part of the movie Pollyanna where she is at a bazaar, and she gets a slice of cake. I always remember the way that cake looks. Delectable. Like the perfect cake. This cake tastes like the cake looks in Pollyanna. Delectable.