Ice Cream. Or rather, what's left of ice cream when you give a two year old a spoon and let her go.
I'm so excited that my garden is growing well (ok, at least my herb garden is doing well), but nonetheless, I'm pretty darn stoked.
Another grand day of goofing on the front lawn after Kimberly went to work. I'm pretty sure Lily thinks I'm crazy for enjoying laying on the grass. She'll walk on it, but she's otherwise pretty distrustful of the stuff. After a while though, she softened up to the idea of it all and sat on the grass with me and exclaimed "I sit on the grass!". If you've ever heard her when she's excited, you'd know this comes out as a delighted half-squeal and with some odd inflections. Rugrats are amusing. Especially when they get verbal and discover new things.
helping matt move. I was driving his truck and snapped a photo of him driving hte moving van
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