Daddy decided that G&G's snowmachines needed to be 'aired' out. He offered to take Mila out for a spin. Mila was elated. Mila climbed on, and Dad said 'All right, gun it!'. Silly Daddy, 'cause she did - full throttle. She only got a foot, but both of them needed to be calmed down afterwards. You'd think Daddy would be a little brighter.
They just went down the road and back, but Amelia will not be going again. It was too fast (more specifically Grampa), and too loud. I kept on - 'Mila, how about you and Daddy and I go for a ride'. Mila - 'How about you and Dad ride, and I'll run behind it'.
Amelia has dubbed herself as my little tester.
She takes her job very seriously.
It's been a great snow year.
It will take a while for it to go away. Could be a wet spring.
Remember I mentioned that Grandma Mini gave Mila a 'blue thing that could be anything'?
On this particular day, I think she was trying to mail it back? I like it best as veil . . . . . .
I think Mila is worried that there is going to be a paper shortage, and this is just her way to do her part.
One of Mommy's favorite breakfast's is poached eggs over toast. Yummy. Chalk this deliciousness up to another meal that gives Daddy instagag. However, since she is at MY full disposal I am able to guide my young protege where it is important.
She's being guided to savor every last morsel.
This one's for you, Dad - no liquid gold is ever left behind.
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