One of the best remedies for late afternoon crankiness (in all three of us, apparently) is to take us all out on the front lawn and enjoy the sunshine and flowers. Isaiah pretended to be an evil magician named Thorn and he swung from the trees and hopped down the sidewalk. Charlotte was thrilled to follow his every step, as if in an orchestrated game of follow the leader. She still loves her pink jelly shoes, giggles at the feel of the grass, and turns whenever I call her name.