By the time we got to the swings, Ava had wet her pants (she wanted to work on potty training today)and boots, but she didn't want to go in and get changed until she got to swing for a couple minutes. Watching her walk gingerly to the swing with wet pants and boots on was pretty darned funny. Papa took them back out again while I went to get Rielee for piano.
Memories of time spent with grandchildren, nieces and nephews, and the whole new world of twins.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Outside
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