
It's Monday, meaning back to work for Momma and back to daycare for Timmy. Mrs. Unize says he repeats everything she and her sons say, which happens to mostly be in Spanish. She thinks that he is a definite prospect for a multi-lingual child, given the exposure. It's too bad that Doug and I are stuck in English. The event of the day was finger painting. Timmy brought home a very nice piece of artwork. Momma's going to have to pick up some better magnets, so we can put it on the refrigerator!

Timmy is currently running laps down the hallway, through the living room and kitchen, and back down the hallway. Maybe we'll have to go to the park to burn ff some of this energy.
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Como se llama--that's all I can do to help with Tim's bilingual education. Si?
Tim is on his way to becoming the next Jack Pollack. We saw a few of Jack's paintings at the Art Institute of Chicago yesterday. I'm a much bigger fan of Tim Halleaux paintings. Aunt Sami fell in love with (early) Picasso, Monet, Van Gogh, and Trolouse-Tralec (sp?) Today we're heading out of Chicago toward Spring Green, a.k.a. Frank Lloyd Wright territory and the House on the Rock.
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