Sweet, Sweet Sunday

It was a sweet, sweet Sunday.

The day got off to a lazy start.  Breakfast at the bagel store (a favorite, as the owners are completely and rightfully smitten with Samantha), and some Wii bowling lessons from Daddy. 

Next, a visit from Gramma and Grampa and a quick piano lesson. 

It's funny how she's able to keep a tune so much better when she's playing the notes while singing (no, as much as I'd love it, she's not a prodigy - Gramma pointed to each note first).

Samantha talks incessantly about Middle C. 

I told my girl that after Gramma and Grampa left, maybe we'd go outside.  "Outside?  To play?  Mommy, Daddy and Sammi?"  "Yes, baby."  "To fly a kite?"

You know what?  I hadn't thought about it, but that's a fantastic idea!

Too bad the gusty, inconsistent wind didn't have the same aspirations. 

"Come on!  Let's go to the playground!"

Another fantastic idea. 

Cold, but fantastic.

"Hi!  Welcome to McDonald's!  May I take your order?"

Coincidental run-ins with good friends are the best.

Cold, windy, unscheduled playdates followed by steaming hot chocolate and mint marshmallows are even better.

By the way, white shirt + hot chocolate = art smock.  :-)