Whatta day. After I moved and stacked into a neat pile 20-some flagstone, I decided it was time for the small human to enjoy the afternoon in her very own frog-pool.
There is something very satisfying about watching her splash and wiggle around her pool. That, and her insistance to bend over and put her face in the water — I don’t know exactly what she’s doing, but she bends down, bubbles, then sits back up and laughs out loud. Waterbaby.
Also: I’ve finally dusted off my trusty bike, pumped the tires, took her for a spin around the neighborhood to look for a little denim bucket hat that small fry cast out of her stroller on a street a few blocks away…and realized how much I really miss riding.