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the simple things

we did go to the park wednesday, for the record. i forgot my camera but i took a few lame photos on my phone. i have to say i was proud of myself for keeping the "appointment" even though it was 50 degrees and crazy windy. i didn't plan well, either. no heavy coat or gloves or anything. so we only stayed about 30 minutes. at least it wasn't crowded [because no one in their right mind was going to be outside with a small child].

anyway, today's appointment: have a picnic in the backyard for lunch
i know, you can barely read the list... oh well.

i can't really tell if reese enjoyed it. she was tired and starving, so she basically concentrated on the task at hand- - scarfing down her food. either way, i enjoyed myself. sun shining and birds chirping, enjoying God's creation in our humble little yard with my precious girl who is growing up way too quickly... is that a run-on?

anyway, here's the proof:

on the menu? guacamole, broccoli, grapes, dried cranberries, pretzels, apple, water...

am i so boring? or just really healthy?

oh, and she wanted me to show you her pretty toes :)

poor girl got her momma's chubby feet
anyway, tomorrow is the weekend [and birds of a feather] so daddy will be taking over and doing lots of fun stuff with her. he's way more creative than i am when it comes to these activities. he's much better at following through with it too [he'll tell you it's because he has ADD and always has to be doing something].


  1. love those baby toes. how sweet. and your lunch looked really yummy! kids think eating outside on any kind of blanket is so special, for some reason. isn't that funny??


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