Thursday, May 10, 2012

S is for Starbucks

Whew!  I spent ages uploading all of these pics and then I thought that I had lost the post.  I'm so glad that it was still hiding in my drafts!  I am so close to the end of the alphabet in real time, I'd like to get caught up here, too!

S was a busy one for us.  Usually, we do some photos and then we scan through clip art and print off images to be cut to get in some scissor practice.  I decided this week that photos of Pk with her stuff would be more meaning, explaining why this post is so photo-heavy.

S is for Aunt S, who Pk loves very much!

S is for snow angel (in the little bit of snow that we got this winter)

S is for Starbucks, which is something that I would like to object to given a. the price and b. the pretentiousness of so many who love it but I have to admit, I have a real weakness for Frappucinos and Vanilla Lattes.  Pk adores their kids hot chocolate so she and I had a special mother-daughter outing.

Our next stop was what I called "the surprise store" - a local store that I knew was going out of business and had everything on sale.  Pk is in love with Strawberry Shortcake at the moment and we went and got a treat, much to her pleasure!

S is for Sadie, our cat
S is for smoothie, at Tim Horton's, a favourite of Pk's and a rare treat
S is for statue
and stop sign
and scooter
and sled (and sibling rivalry!)
and sash
and sweater that is too small
and Smurfette
and surplus of stuffies
and stroller
and screwdriver
and, of course in our family, soccer
and soother
and stairs
and slotted spoon
and rice krispie square
and scale
and seeds
and skates.

T was fun, too.  Can't wait to share it with you.


  1. I have to agree with you on the Starbucks thing. On all accounts. I so want to boycott, because I just don't like the price and the pretentiousness, but the have this one drink...

  2. Which one? I am finding that almost everyone has "their" Starbucks drink.

  3. I can't even remember what it's called. I only ever go to Starbucks with a certain friend, and he always orders it for me because he knows I don't drink coffee. It's a frozen one, and it's white. How sad is it that I don't even know what I drink?