Snow (not) Day

Snowquester was a total bust in the snow department, but it was still a wet, soggy day and we were stuck inside.  Ingrid woke up early to eat and then fell asleep in bed with me, and it was so dark outside that she slept until 8:30.  There aren't many nicer ways to wake up on a gray day than next to a warm snuggly baby.  

Henry would have preferred to not get out of bed at all and was whiny all morning . . . until we decided to make paint.  Water + cornstarch + food coloring = magic.  He happily (messily) occupied himself for an hour and a half.

Portraits of the artist as a young man.