They fed the chickens together for the first time (last fall, Elliot's balance was a little too precarious to risk it). Both the fowls and the fillies got much needed exercise, as the girls chased those poor birds up and down the run with handfuls of corn.
Elliot kept up with her sister step for step, swinging, climbing the ladder to the slide, horsing around in the sandbox... She cried when it was time to come in for lunch, yet she was so worn out by the excitement that she cheered when I tucked her in for her nap.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the camera with me when Elliot tipped off of her scooter toy, getting a face full of mud. Literally a face full. And she didn't even cry!
With no pictures from today to add, I'll simply relay the weekend's car trip. Miraculously, we survived eleven hours round trip with two girls who have both at one time or another cried for uninterrupted hours in the car (two is the record, thanks Elle). And not a tear was shed.
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