Last Friday was the best kind of day. After a morning walk, I let Avery don her swimsuit for some fun in the backyard. The hose had been watering the back patio for several minutes while she scooped water from a bowl into a pitcher. I'd been walking around, warning her away from ants, delighting with her over a filled pitcher. Then she walked over to me and said, "Wook, wootprints. Mommy's wootprint." And there she stood, on my footprint.
September 8, 2011
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