Outside

I found this wonderfully curly leaf outside today while Sammy was playing. I was planning on keeping it.... Until Sammy took it and crushed it. :( 
How like a four year old boy. 

In any case, it felt wonderful today. Not too hot, not to cold. We played hopscotch and drew with sidewalk chalks. Sammy buried an anthill in pine needles and dried leaves. I'd say it was a successful afternoon outside.

Sammy pretending to be a weeping angel. 

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  1. UnknownOctober 10, 2014 at 5:15 PM

    What a pretty leaf...too bad you have a rotten boy like I do!

    He looks so big in this picture! Miss y'all!

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    1. RindaOctober 10, 2014 at 5:52 PM

      Rotten is right! I do love him however and will take the rotten moments with the good ones.

      He really is getting big. Weighed 40 pounds at the doctor last week. :/

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