Spring Chickens

This afternoon felt like spring.  I know it’s been spring for a while now, but it finally felt like it.  I packed up the girls and drove over to Jim’s grandmother’s place to drag her out into the sunshine.  The four of us took a walk and breathed in the fresh air (well, two of us walked – the other two were happy to glide around from the comfort of their shaded stroller).  When the girls and I returned home, I opened up the windows and felt winter’s shadows slipping away from the corners of the house.  Rebecca woke up from her evening nap before her sister, so I took her out onto the porch where we read a book and waited for Daddy to come home.  She was so enthralled by our exotic location that she barely paid attention to my animated reading of “Jamberry.”  I suppose I ought to emulate my daughter’s turning to nature for entertainment, rather than the man-made distractions with which I typically fill my time. 

Then again, she’s fascinated by her feet.

Here’s a picture of the girls and their dad enjoying the evening air on the porch.  Judging from the girls’ adoring gazes, Daddy’s presence trumped the scenic views.