Daisy is broken. She must be; it's the only reason I can think of that she's decided to spend several hours a night screaming for the past few nights. Actually I've come up with a few other possibilities: she could be teething, she's definitely sick with a runny nose and a cough, and I'm starting to wonder if she's been possessed by the devil. (Kidding on the last one, really.)
She's fussing now, so here are a few pictures from the past few days:
Sunday night I put Daisy to bed early. Caleb wasn't ready for bed, though, so I sent him with Daddy on an adventure. They ended up at the track at the local high school, where Caleb ran bleachers, watched soccer, and sprinted 1/2 mile on the track.
Monday, Daisy watched from the deck while the boys put dirt in the garden.
Caleb did a pretty good job shoveling, despite the fact that he insisted on using a rake instead of his Caleb-sized shovel.
My men. You know it's love when someone is willing to rake organic dirt and cow manure for you.
He's a good little helper!
Today, Daisy played with Caleb's cars on the front porch while Caleb napped. See how she's sitting? Bottom up in the air? We're making real progress on the gross motor skills!
Her fine motor skills are at the 24-month level. Boo-yah.
Zoom!
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