Emma is trying to earn two dollars by cleaning the house. She's doing a bang up job actually, putting things away in the right places and spraying and wiping down every empty surface leaving me gasping for breath over the smells. Thank goodness she's using Mrs. Meyer's, so I don't feel too bad about inhaling the fumes. She even sprayed down the stove burners I noticed, as they started to smoke when I put on water for a cup of tea a few minutes ago.
But at least she's singing while she works. A few lines I've caught:

I've got to clean it right, right, RIGHT!
You start in one place and then you move to another!
I've got to clean for my mom who's doing nothing on the computer. (that one was on purpose.)
I love to clean, clean, CLEAN!

She's having what I call a very industrious day. She found some mini bulbs and planted them in little pots which are sitting on her desk. And she secretly altered her tea bag--horse themed, of course. She has three clothes pins at the ready, clipped to the waist band of her pants, with a rag tucked in her back pocket. Sometimes I think she's a budding Martha Stewart.

The pictures are from a snow storm that moved through the other day and is now almost completely gone except for some blotches of snow dotting the fields here and there. It was a beautiful snowfall.

And the miniswap is about half full. So don't worry that you're too late. There's still plenty of room.