One morning there was even a park adventure. It was supposed to be a workout for yours truly, but Carly prefers to push rather than to be pushed. And I didn't get much of a workout at her pace. Though she did, pushing her stroller up a grassy hill.
Windy morning. REALLY windy morning. Carly wasn't sure what to make of it.
Play group mornings! Our favorite. Though this week we were the only ones to show up. A little rain didn't scare us away. (See how desperate we are to get out?)
Play group is held in the backyard of some older ward members, who built a wonderland for their grandkids. Its fabulous.
Morning time on the front step with Little Red Riding Hood. I always sit on the step, and lately she has been mimicking me. Only so much better. She will walk toward the step, then about 3 feet away she stops, turns around and slowly walks backward until she reaches it. Then she takes a seat right next to me.
Cutest thing on earth.
This morning we had two firsts: Carly's first bleeding wound. A scrape on her elbow.
I said, "Ok, Shmarly, get up now."