Amelia was invited to spend an afternoon with her favorite boy toy. They played, they romped, she cried when we left. A couple of days later I got a 'snippy' email from Torrin's mommy with these pics, and the only comment was 'This is YOUR child'. Whatever does she mean?
How excited was Amelia when she smashed a mosquito all by herself?!
It had been a hard day in the garden,
Trying to get Amelia to focus on making a special card for Daddy's birthday. It was a VERY difficult task, mind you.
Another temper-tantrum after church. She just does not like coming home to Mom and Dad afterwards!
I grew up thinking that bath time was for cleaning up. Who invented crayons for the bathtub! I hope they suffer (I don't know from what! but I hope they suffer!)
This little rigging came about after Gramma loaded her up with tomatoes. The clothes pins were to help keep the basket affect of carrying so many tomatoes home. It was kind of useless, because by the time Amelia got home, there were only two left. And that was only because they had fallen where she didn't see them!
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