Things I Love

I love:

That Little One calls a Band-Aid a "Band-Owie".  I love it so much, that I let Her have one to stick on Her forehead all day. I love this too.  And the fact that the word "Bindi" only further confuses things.

That She is pushing Her stroller around talking to Her "baby sister".  "Baby sister, come out! Go walking.  Park, playground...fun! Come stroller baby sister! Come with me!" 

That the leaves from the maple and oak tree in my yard are falling so fast in the breeze that it looks, from the corner of my eye, like it is raining.  Red and yellow rain.  A blizzard of color against the kitchen window.

That Little One laughs and dances when She sees them.  And then stops, looks at the deck, and shouts, "Oh no! Mommy! This trees, make MESS!"