"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Lately Isaiah and Charlotte have been playing so well together. Isaiah calls to her, "Come, come Charlotte," and she follows after him with abandon. He can let her outside in the backyard while I'm doing dishes and they cruise around the yard or squabble over the kiddie bike.

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