these days. There is a dirt road behind our house that she could spend hours on. She likes to pick up rocks to show the neighbor's dog... "Moses, look... rock." One time she picked up 'dirt rocks' and heard me shriek, "Lily...no... it's horsey poop YUCK!" so now she calls any dirt clod, 'poop'... (much to my dismay) but at least now she just points. She likes to see the different footprints... dog, deer and horse... and mama
I realized 2 things on our last walk...
I think the dog fixation may be on the way out. She talks about 'horsey-ponies' almost just as much. There was a trailer with horses at a stoplight beside us for a few minutes the other day... and she is STILL talking about the 'horses ridin' in the car'. Dogs were a little more attainable... now we have to go down the street to see the horses and cows and donkey. What will we do when we move into civilization?
this poor kid is destined to be a klutz like her mom. She fell SEVERAL times out of nowhere... and I caught 2 on film... including when she learned her first lesson with 'Texas stickers' . After which, I proceeded to pick her up and transfer them all into my stomach and arm skin. I add the Texas... because Jeff had no idea what stickers were.
Here is my latest scrapbook page:
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