Thank you, Miss Mary, for bringing me a playmate who’s not a picture on the side of the diaper box.
Officially a big chooch.
Garden Safari
I told Ian we were going to go “exploring” at the garden, so he was already excited. Then, we got there and he saw his friend.
“SOPHIE!” he cried.
“IAN!” she shouted.
And the two of them ran across the open field to each other and flung their arms around one another like the ending to a sappy rom-com.
Trailblazer
If you’ve ever had occasion
Upon picking your baby up from his crib and unsnapping his overalls, to say, “WHERE IS YOUR DIAPER?” then you already fully appreciate the poop-laden horror of the next few minutes.
If you have not, then words will not suffice. Let me just relate that when Keeghan stood, naked, in the tub, screaming ” I DIRTY I DIRTY I DIRTY,” He Had Never Been More Right.
You may now resume your regularly scheduled nap time.
What’s going on in YOUR back yard?
Peekaboo
Back to the Future
Walk time rolled around, and Ian informed me that “today is my ‘no walk’ day.” So I loaded the Bitty Man (not so bitty these days) into his jogging stroller. He laughed, banged the tray, and jumped up and down in his seat in excitement. And we were off.
On mild evenings like this one, my neighbors take to the outdoors. Kids ride bikes and play basketball. Folks wash cars, clean out garages, and enjoy their porch swings. In a month or so the evenings will be muggy and the Mosquitos will be a plague of biblical proportions, but on nights like this one you could go door to door and visit with the neighbors. Ignore the late model car, and find yourself transported to a slower time, when we had Block Parties and Facebook hasn’t happened yet.
Tonight we logged 2.68 timeless miles.
The only thing left to know is… Why must the gnomes prostrate themselves about the well?