Whenever Jillian is at pre-school, Bridget looks outside and if it's not raining she wants to play outside. I think it was 44 degrees out and she wouldn't come back in. We spent some time with her being the pooper spotter and me cleaning it up. And every time she picks a handful of flowers. This picture is right after Tucker came to see if what she had in her hand was food. She gives the stone kitty a bath in the fountain, b-r-r-r, cold hands, and then makes the kitty a home. Once she tried her climbing again on a stack of lawn chairs so she could look in the kitchen window. That again required a rescue. I finally coaxed her back in with an offer of a snack.
