You Talking To Me?

Being an enterprising deliverer of fresh photographic content daily is a lot of work. Because of complex issues involving: 1) Reid's desire to immediately begin playing in the yard and 2) how illegal it is for me to leave him in our unfenced front yard without attention for even a second; I haven't been able to photograph the post-daycare front yard-play. Until now.

I put a camera in the car this morning. Check out the big brain on dad.

Anyhow, Reid loves it out here. We run around, we shake our tiny fists at daddy, we stand here at the edge of the driveway carefully picking up filthy fistfuls of dirt and rock and depositing them in our yard (where I will mow them into oblivion this later this spring).

We run from here to there, we shout wonderfully gleeful exclamations of no sense whatsoever. Today, some former neighbors stopped by and Reid showed off his running back and forth and pointing to Dixie and saying, "go!" Good times.