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She is definitely the prettiest part of my days.
After watching my daughter smile, giggle, and coo at everyone around us at Mass each week, I've decided to start a “Happy Baby Ministry.” It goes like this: I bring my happy baby over so she can smile at you. What do you think?
So, you may think that this is just yet another series of photos of Pippo climbing on rocks. Oh no. This is a Household Triumph series of photos. You see, we gave up on the pond, which may not sound on the face of things like a triumph, but it really is.
(Do you remember that we had a pond? If you can call it that. It was a little “water feature” in our front yard. I just looked through all my photos from the last six months, and really the only picture I have of it is the one at the bottom of this post. On the one hand, I'm proud of myself for paying that much attention to the background when I compose my shots, because the thing was not pretty. On the other hand, I probably should've taken a “before” picture for posterity.)
So this weekend we pulled it out, filled in the hole, and lifted a tremendous pond-sized weight off our shoulders.
The funny thing is that the main argument for keeping the pond had been how much Pippo loved it. But he happily helped us move the rocks and shovel the dirt, and hasn't showed one ounce of sadness over losing his beloved pond.
He still has rocks to climb on, and instead of a pond that he isn't allowed to throw things into, he has a big pile of nice, clean dirt. (The kind of dirt pile that can rival a sandbox, for all you sandbox-haters out there, unlike the dirt patch in our backyard, which is the dustiest, stickiest, dirtiest sort of dirt.)
He's also excited about the prospect of helping us turn it into a garden, eventually. Until then, we're channeling the landscaping vision of Negative Space and a Rock-Lined Path. Perfectly respectable.
This is what happens when Pippo takes it upon himself to fold the laundry.
I told him that one of these days I was going to have to teach him some new folding techniques. He said, “I know how to fold laundry. You take it, and you scrunch it up, and you put it in the pile!”
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