The Coldest Egg Hunt Ever

This afternoon Margot went to the Wharton Kids Club Spring party. Our time in Philadelphia is rapidly coming to a close and I this was probably the last Kids Club event we'll attend.

The party included an egg hunt in anticipation of Easter. Despite Brodie's urging for Margot to "get all the eggs you can" she only turned up one egg. It was freezing out, and she wasn't really interested in finding eggs. Mostly she just wanted me to find her coat and put it on her. (An alternate title for this post could be "An Egg in the Hand is Worth Two in the Bush.")

Here is her 'golden' find (stuffed with SweetTarts, which she immediately ate):


After she got her coat on, she was happy to pose for a photo with her friend Kara.

Namesake

Just for fun, I looked up Margot's name on the list of the 1000 most popular baby names this decade to see where she scored.

Her name wasn't on there. No Margot or Margo or Margaux. I find this a little hard to believe, since I know a Margo and another Margot who were both born within the past three years. Maybe they were the only three this decade?

Brodie and Claudia fared slightly better, scoring at #635 and #264, respectively (that's this decade, not our birth decade).

So Margot wasn't on the list, but America (for a girl) scored at #488, with 4105 people naming their daughters after Mr. Vespucci. And Sincere (for a boy) scored at #714, with 1828 babies named.

One of the funnier things she's ever said...

Characters: Margot, me, TJ (an old friend from college who was roommate to both me and Brodie at different times in Baltimore), Clover the Bear (aptly named because of the clovers/shamrocks all over her body).

Setting: Getting into a rental car in Denver, CO. 9:30 pm. Temperature: about 45 degrees.

TJ, pointing to Clover: "Margot, look at all those shamrocks on your bear."

Margot: "These are clovers, not shamrocks."

TJ: "Do you know what a shamrock is?"

Margot: "Yes. Shamrocks are kind of like punk rock."

Winter Olympics 2018

Hello from Vail, Colorado!

Margot took her first ski lesson yesterday. She did well, despite a little nervousness. I watched from the sidelines while she came down the bunny hill (with the assistance of a noodle). But she persevered, and every time she came down she went right back up the conveyer belt lift to try again. After the lessons, I assured the Min that I was so proud of her for her bravery and she beamed with delight. For the rest of the day, she crowed to everyone that she skied; however, after I read her a story for bed ("Madeline"), she asked me, "Mommy, why did I go to ski school today?"

"So you can ski with Daddy when you get bigger," I replied.

"Oh. Okay."

Today she's taking the day off, but there's some snowshoeing in our future this afternoon.

One Ski On:


Up the Conveyer Belt Lift:


Coming Downhill (Min's in green):




Apres Ski: