In the Snowy Afternoon
By C Jane Kendrick on January 08, 2014
Today I put my Erin down for a nap. And I napped too.We first read "That's Not My Prince" and then I tickled her face, an act passed down from my Nana, we call "chicky." It's a sleep inducement.It was snowing--fat flakes fell right above our window. We cuddled under a frog-faced fleece and her little quilt she calls "Bumpy."We had garlic noodles for lunch, and hot chocolate chip cookies and we put together wooden puzzles about pets and the ABCs until the clock struck one. . . .