She's become a real climber. Dude, your motor skills are GROSS!
Buddies at the South Hill playground.
Ross is standing on Fiona's head.
For some reason naps have been getting shorter. This leads to afternoon loss of coping skills for a usually unusually bounce-backable kiddo. In her defense, there were a lot of wood chips up her nose.
It also leads to afternoon snuggles, which is totally wonderful.
Emma checked in to make sure Fiona was ok. What a thoughtful friend.
The next morning we met up with Big J and the 2 of her sons who are easily portable and hiked up Buttermilk which I hadn't done in years and Elliott hadn't done period. Gorgeous day for it.
Crisp, chilly, beautiful.
We wound down (and had two massive poops; was there a low pressure zone?!) at the Treman playground.
Then Fiona helped (Hep? Hep!) with some serious yard work in preparation for fall Ithaca grass 'n' stick pisk-up day.
Hepfully poking leaves with bamboo [sic].
Ho, ho, ho: hep!
Ain't it grand?
"Hawks, pull that offense together!"
Oh well.
xo
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