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Whoa, it SNOWED yesterday! Quite the blizzard, but the snow seems to have all gone. I hope that was the last of winter.

Went to my sister's for dinner last night. Annie was so excited that she spent most of dinner (she only ate a few bites and then was done) hanging onto the back of my chair and jumping up and down in a frenzy. "Play now? Play Dorothy?" "I'm still eating my dinner, Annie."

Annie can say my name properly now! I kind of missed her old pronunciation, though, so was pleased when she lapsed while she and I were playing hide-and-seek. Each time she finished counting (she always wanted to be the one who did the finding, never the hidee, and her counting was always an imitation of what she thought counting was supposed to be like), she's yell "I come!" (translation: "Here I come!") and if she couldn't find me immediately, she would start calling out plaintively, "Beebee! Beebee!" At which point I always took pity on her and started making little giveaway noises, or letting my foot stick out from under my hiding place and waving it around, etc.

After that we played Dorothy. Annie was always Dorothy, and I was either the Witch or the Tin Man. If I was the Witch, I would chase her ("and I'll get your little dog, too!"). If I was the Tin Man, then I would start rusting if it rained, at which point Sara and Annie ran to get oil for my creaky joints. Sometimes I got to be the Scarecrow, but I didn't really understand what I was supposed to do as the Scarecrow (except hold up my arms and stand in the middle of the cornfield, which really wasn't all that exciting). On rare occasion I was allowed to be the Lion and chased after Annie while she ran down the hallway, shrieking.

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