In spite of the glacier that occupies half of our yard and the bitter cold swamp covering the rest of it, the girls spent this morning running like wild things.
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.
Gems worth Re-Reading
About Growing Baby Doing Good Together Elliot Rose Family Rituals Fie Flora and Fauna For the Love of Learning Greenish In My Opinion Just for Laughs Just for Me Making Tinkles Maya Mindfulness Mmm... So Tastey NaNoWriMo News of the Day Noveling Photo Friday Sewing Sisterly Love Sweet Dreams The Chicken Ladies the end Tonsils We like to Move It Move It Wonderment