The weather is finally, finally, FINALLY beginning to warm up, and our walks are gradually going from looking like this:
To this...
To this!
{Only sweaters or light jackets needed! At last!}
Earlier this week Nell noticed her shadow on one of our walks, a discovery that was met with much enthusiasm.
{I was wearing a puffer vest ... yes, I may be pregnant, but I am not quite that thick and wide yet!}
That same day, Nell picked up a little stone and showed it to me, and I said, "That's a rock."
She looked up at me, said, "Baby!", and cradled the rock in the crook of her elbow.
I was mystified for a moment, and replied, "Are you pretending the rock is a baby?"
And then I realized what she was thinking: Rock. Rock a baby. Rock a baby in your arms.
Ahh, the confusion of the English language strikes again!
I do love that little girl.
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