She arrives, wearing these.
She toddles into the office all smiles, as if to say,
"Hey, Uncle Stan, look who's here!"
Playing in Uncle Stan's truck is so much fun.
A stroll around the cul-de-sac and she's all smiles.
Back inside, she gazes out the window, offering her own brand of commentary on everything that's going on.
She doesn't miss a thing.
At my request, she brought her swimsuit.
Uncle Stan tries to coax her into the sprinkler.
It was a new idea, but she was open to it.
At least once.
Even Diesel was open to new ideas.
Then it was time to find a dry spot and just relax
... in the grass
... me and my sugar plum
... on this fine day.
After my last post about the blog blahs (and reading your encouraging responses), I feel it's time to shift gears and party like a rock star (not sure what that means but it sounds good), so I'm partying at the following places: