Dear Olive,
At preschool drop off this morning, you cried. You clung onto me and wouldn't let go. You felt so small in my arms, and I was reminded of just how tiny and fragile you are. We are nearing the end of what has been a pretty long year of working and childcare (and nearing the end of a rather long two weeks of having Shane away).
It was still hot when I picked you up after work, so we went for a late swim. Summer is great like that.
You chose our markets flowers this week - pink roses. Something I would never normally choose, but I must say, I'm enjoying them immensely.
My friend Mel dropped around with this beautiful bunch of natives.
Out to dinner with a friend - you brought along a toy dog, in a box. Naturally.
At preschool drop off this morning, you cried. You clung onto me and wouldn't let go. You felt so small in my arms, and I was reminded of just how tiny and fragile you are. We are nearing the end of what has been a pretty long year of working and childcare (and nearing the end of a rather long two weeks of having Shane away).
It was still hot when I picked you up after work, so we went for a late swim. Summer is great like that.
You chose our markets flowers this week - pink roses. Something I would never normally choose, but I must say, I'm enjoying them immensely.
My friend Mel dropped around with this beautiful bunch of natives.
Out to dinner with a friend - you brought along a toy dog, in a box. Naturally.
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I love how kids haven't been ruined by sense.
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