Outside

Now that Little Miss is finally walking around, she has a much more pleasant time outside.  Which means that I do, too.

If you want to ignore how desperately we need to repaint our porch stairs that'd be great.

She loves being able to see the puppy up close and personal now instead of just through the door.  Sometimes she calls him "ruff ruff." 

She does not like getting her hands dirty.

I was telling her not to climb those stairs and you can see how well she listens.  And how much pleasure she takes in not listening.

We don't last outside as long as the boys do, though.  So we go inside and she watches them through the door.

And everything is happy and wonderful.  Until I tell the Cam that he can't have another popsicle.