The first warm day insisted that the children play immediately upon arriving home from church. They obliged. (It's foolishness to tussle with a warm day. The day will always win.)
Later, Piper walked up to me and said, "I betcha can't tell what I'VE been eating!" I replied, "Nope," and then she got an inch away and blew in my face. "Yup!" I replied.
It's chive season. There's your warning. The youngest three will reek of chive-breath for the next five months.
Here she is, uncovering the very first shoots of potent breath.
And the chickens are out and about again!
Which invariably means....CHICKEN RACES!
I love that picture of Zeke swinging and that last picture of Millie holding the baby. I can't over how your pictures of her these days make her look so graceful and mature.
ReplyDeleteThankfully, I get to see her race around playgrounds so I know there is still some little girl left!
Amen to that! The girls think you're SO FAST now, just so you know. :)
ReplyDeleteMillie is growing so big, but mostly my pictures don't show her ramming around like crazy because when those moments come, I sit back and soak in them. (She still plays with the dollhouse, too, so there's oodles of time left...)
(Do I sound desperate? I'm not desperate. I'M NOT! SHE'S PRACTICALLY A NEWBORN STILL!!!!!!)
ReplyDeleteHooray for warm days! (And children to make proper use of them!)
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