One of these days the girls will be old enough to write their own blog posts. But until then, as their surrogate typist, I have to make my best guess as to what is going on in their little brains. The last few days, though, my job as mind-reader hasn’t been very hard. I can see it in their eyes: “Where, oh where, has my Alli gone?â€
Their cousin Alli left to go home to Arizona a few days ago, and life just hasn’t been the same. No more late-night full-body tackles, no more early-morning wake-up calls. No one who lets them play with grown-up sunglasses or who can sit through long stretches of cartoon programming with them. No one who gives in to their repeated requests to be carried up the stairs, no one who can convince them that their veggies are really “bunnies†that need to hop into their mouths.
Hurry back, Alli. We all miss you!
Great pictures of Ali and the girls, but what I want to know is where the pink bench is located. It seems to be featured in many photos over the last several weeks.
Dad
Dad, that pink bench is outside the ice cream shop. It’s definitely been a staple in our summertime routine! 🙂