Oregon must have looked larger up on Dad's shoulders, where Evelyn was transported for part of the outing.
Laurel had her walking pretty well, with a little help from some friends: ten adult fingers. Soon she'll be prancing around on her own and we're going to have to do a lot more home childproofing.
What I'm enjoying most about spending time with a one-year old is being reminded of simple pleasures. At one point in my life, I was as transfixed as Evelyn is with a wooden spoon, a metal pot, a colander, and crumpled up pieces of paper.
We had an amazingly fun time with these things today. And they've been sitting in my kitchen all along, while I've been looking for interesting entertainment in so many other directions.
At fifty-nine, Evelyn is teaching me the wisdom of one.