Maile Girl

I really like eating eggs. Hard-boiled ones. Especially when my Grandma Gail makes them for me. You know what is even more fun than EATING eggs? PAINTING them! (Plus, after you paint them, you still get to eat them. So it’s a win win!)

Getting ready to paint the eggs - look at all the pretty colors Mommy put together!

Please be quiet, painting Easter eggs is VERY serious work.

And like I said, when you are done, you get to eat the eggs!

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Daddy had to work late last night. I was sad about that. But tonight Daddy came home at the regular time! I put him right to work – we played hide and seek for awhile and then we colored. I told Daddy we should color on the same sheet of paper – luckily Daddy is a bit bigger than me, so he colored on the top and I did the bottom.

Daddy, you're squishing me!

Not pointing any fingers, but Daddy was the one who was using the blue marker!

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This is my little plant.

A couple weeks ago I went to my friend, Teia’s, birthday party. We had a great time running around the playground – and we got pizza and cake(!) too. Did I mention we had cake? So yummy.

Anyways, as we were leaving, Teia handed out a little present to all her friends. When I opened it it was just a little cardboard cup with some seeds and dirt in it. (It wasn’t terribly exciting to be honest.) But Daddy told me that we could “plant” the seeds and that a plant would grow. I wasn’t so sure, but I decided to humor Daddy.

We put some water on the dirt and it got really muddy, then I took my fingers and buried the seeds in the mud. That part was kind of fun. Then we put the cup on the window sill over the kitchen sink and waited. I checked my little plant every morning. For the first few days, nothing really happened. Then all of sudden, it started to grow a little bit! Every day it got bigger and bigger (Mommy says this is because I have a green thumb which is weird because neither of my thumbs are actually green.)

I’m quite proud of my little plant. On Sunday, Mommy said it was time to move the plant outside – it was too big for the little cup it was in. Our neighbor, Pat, gave us a pot and Mommy and I replanted the plant (yup, more fun playing with the mud!)

Mommy said it was my responsibility to water the plant. (Apparently, plants like water like I like blueberries and bananas.) So every morning, before I go to school, I water my little plant!

First I check the soil to see if it is too dry and needs some more water... (Dad note: yup, that's drool - Maile Girl just getting a head start on the next step 😉

Then I water my little plant...

... Daddy laughs at me - he says I stick my tongue out like Michael Jordan when I water my plant. I don't know who that is, but I hope he takes good care of his plants...

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