Week 65 - Nanner's Playground

 

Anna - so calm and composed.  A ball-bribe had nothing to do with it.

"Yep, I climbed up here myself, and will throw
a fit if you make me come down."

I think Nanner is filled with as much cabin fever as we are and cannot wait to spend her afternoons outside on a real jungle gym.  Boxes delivered from Amazon will have to do for now.

Week 64 - The Tax Man Cometh

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street;
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat;
If you get too cold, I'll tax the heat;
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.

Nanner found out who "The Man" and "Uncle Sam" are this week and she was not pleased.

So the Nanner quit her job, vegged out on the couch all week watching cartoons, and filed for an extension.  

Week 63 - Normalcy

Deja vu all over again.  Check out Week 29.
Totally unintentional. 

'Normal' is a relative word I suppose.  I am suggesting that things are back to normal now that we're back from the west coast, everyone is sleeping better, etc., but I am sitting among children's books scattered about the floor, a ladder and painter's dropcloth in the middle of our living room, and Aimee went to bed before 9pm.  The new normal.

The slide was slippery enough for the Nanner.  Nanner told Charlie Pembroke to quit being a p*ssy. 

Week 62 - Hoppin' Down the Nanner Trail

Hugging it out with a handmade, giraffe-inspired 
easter bunny from G-Gma

With the Boulder Creek paparazzi out en mass this holiday weekend, the Nanner announced that the best photo would grace the pages of Nanner of the Week.

Aunt Andrea even matched the paint to Nanner's outfit

A clear winner emerged.  Clear that is, until Nanner discovered the Pacific Ocean.  So excited, she leapt from my arms and Aimee used the lightning-fast reaction time of her iPhone camera to capture the moment.

Pacific>Atlantic

Special thanks to our contributors G-Gma, Great Aunt Andrea, and the Pacific Ocean

(and to G-Gpa Sr. for hosting the mass chaos that ensued)

 

Week 61 - Untitled

Cole Smith has been put on notice - Nanner is totally into the farmer-types.

Anna's favorite new toy is her Fisher Price farm set, complete with cow, pig, sheep, horse, goat, and farmer.  All of which have their own place in the barn which has (yes) doors that moo and neigh, a baa'ing bail of hay, and oh yeah, a clucking chicken perched on the edge of the hayloft.  

For the creation of this next piece, Anna said that she was inspired by the farm set and our recent infatuation with Michael Pollan:  Yellow pasture-raised chickens, fed a steady diet of green grass meet their demise at Polyface farm.  And then the cycle continues.

the Nanner
American, 2012 -
'Untitled'
Fingerpaint on Paperplate

Yep, it's already hanging on the refrigerator.

Week 60 - By Comparison

"No more Nannerchaun outfits for me"

By comparison, last year for St. Patty's Day, we dressed the Nanner in a leprechaun outfit and headed to the bar.  It was also 80 degrees. 

Still drinking.  But sticking to milk.

This year we did the more adult thing and stuck to brunch.  Maple glazed, bacon topped donuts brunch.  Oh, and it was 19 degrees and windy out.  Boo.

Week 59 - Snow Angel

Nanner was obviously so excited to go out and play in the snow for the first time.  Now that she's walking it'll be fun to tromp around in the snow, right?

Either mama was joking that Nanner looked like
Ralphie's brother Randy, or Nanner is embarrassed
to live in a house with such a crappy looking garage.

Wrong.  Aimee set Anna down in the snow and she would not move.  It might be suggested that the Nanner is more of a Snow Bird than a Snow Angel, but when she and Aimee migrated south a few weeks ago, she didn't want to touch the sand or water either.