John sent all of us on a girls walk to the dam while he stayed home with the little ones. Since he suggested I bring Mopsy along, and her feet began hurting during this walk, I blame her plantar fasciitis on him and him alone.
She looks happy to be out, though! (Cute, little birchard.)
This girl's pretty cute, too.
How rich am I? Look at all these wonderful people in a tree!
Such a wonderful crew! Do you find that you make a distinction between the "big girls" and the younger set?
ReplyDeleteCompletely! I used to call the three oldest The Big Girls, and PIp and Lucinda were the Little Girls. This is getting problematic now, as my Little Girls are fast becoming Big Girls, and The Big Girls are outgrowing the term "girls." Eek! The two littlest girls are true Little Girls, though. Time for a readjustment of my mind and time.
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