Swing

It is getting dark in the four o’clock hour which cuts into our post nap park walks. I will miss them this winter.

Thing I find too cute right now is that Ezri calls band-aids – rubberbands.
“Mama ouch foot. Rubber band on it.”
Less cute was the complete meltdown when the band-aid came off in the bath. Sobs of “rubber band. rubber band. nooooo.” A new one was put on the small, fully healed scratch right after the bath. Sometimes I guess a band-aid does just make it better.