Tonight Eleanor and I played soccer and tag in the backyard. It is 50 degrees and that girl refuses to wear a coat ever since we returned from Texas. She repeats everything I say, "Mom, want to catch me? Want to play tag? Want to chase me?" She also brought me rock after rock after rock, each named "Baby Suzy." We'd talk baby talk to "Baby Suzy" and then she'd throw the rock in the grass and get a mopey look on her face, "Awww...Baby Suzy so sad." Well, uh, yeh, you threw her in the grass!
Can I tell you, too, that I love the days when she tells me she wants to go to bed? Love it.