By midmorning everyone is fed {no small task these days} and dressed {disregard clothing worn backwards, please}. We venture outdoors and make our way down the hill. The boys play at the creek while I admire the Queen Anne's Lace growing next to the road; from her stroller, Baby happily talks to the trees that give us shade. When the bugs start to bite and someone decides that she is starving we tromp back up the hill toward home with promises that we'll do it again tomorrow.
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