Back yard

Things always begin so delightfully in the back yard, a.k.a. The Rock Pile.

Here we are calm and happy, learning and growing, sharing and singing.

Here we are growing brain cells, becoming a scientist, completing the multiplication table in our head.

Here we are falling apart.  Is it lunch yet?

Here we are with an unhappy heart. Is it nap time? Anyone?

Oh but their feet are cute. And one day they’ll wear big shoes. But not today. Thank goodness.

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