Mischief

Whenever the house gets quiet and I am trying to get things done I have to make the choice between interrupting the mess that is being made of just cleaning it up later and getting done whatever I am trying to get done. It never fails, when there is silence, there is mess. I came out this week to find G "washing" D's hair with lotion.

Don't get me wrong, Darby was helping.

We have a little stream that runs on the edge of our land when it rains really hard and the girls love to play in it and splash all the puddles. They also like to jump over it.

Super G.

She is looking so grown up to me lately.

This one just looks cute.