We went on a hike for family night tonight. We drove up into the hills and then just wandered around on some trails for 45 minutes. The older kids wanted to keep going but the two little girls had already turned around on their own and started down. I caught up and held Rosalie's hand so that she wouldn't fall and re-injure her forehead. (The first injury was caused by a four-year-old. In the living room. With a cement hearth.)
She was moving pretty quickly but at one point she dropped the acorn that Lissa had given her, and when I bent over to retrieve it I could hear her panting heavily. (She's only 16 months old.) When I bent over her, she must have remembered that I could carry her, as I did on the way up (when her dad wasn't carrying her.) So she did that thing she's been doing lately when I'm about to pick her up; she grabs onto my arm and swings her feet off the ground and I barely manage to get my hands under her in time. Touching faith, really.
Anika gathered up some of the local ground cover to make a rainbow leaf bouquet. I don't know what these are, but they are pretty.
Casey is doing an autopsy on the camera. I wish I could take a picture of the hundred little parts he's got spread out on his desk. Though obviously. . .
How many guys are brave enough to do that?