And of course, my pick up of Snowdrop at her school. The girl is in a super independent mood. Go to car by herself. Get into the car seat by herself. No no no -- she'll tell me if I offer help. With a smile and a plead for understanding.
At the farmette, she surveys the possibilities.
What is that house? -- she seems to ask.
A writer's shed. I'll tell you about it one day...
The chickens listen and wait and then move on.
At the farmhouse again. Play with toy food! That's her favorite right now, hands down. (Note the animals carefully arranged in the chair, waiting for the "food.")
I'm mixing soup!
Thank you, Snowdrop!
Can we add some stuff from the fridge?
It's time for your nap, Snowdrop.
Afterwards: cookie baking!
I can't eat all the cookie dough I want? You sure?
You can lick the beaters, Snowdrop.
Happy times: to sit around the table. Together.
The day draws to an end. Snowdrop takes out rubber bands for a pony tail. Well, okay. Here's the little waif, trying to figure out how to work small rubber bands.
And now it's evening and Ed and I listen to the debate.
It's been an incredibly full day.