It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood

What are those children looking at?

This "bullsoder." Jack stayed in the window for over an hour this morning watching the water company dig up the road. He gave us a minute-by-minute update of what was happening.


Later on in the backyard, Jack heard some beeping that caught his attention.


And he was terrified. Of this patriotic cement truck.


Until Pepper came out to play. "Hey Pepper. How ya doin' buddy?" That's how he greets the neighbor's dog in a chipper little voice.


I usually don't let Gail go free when we're outside becasue she's one of those babies who put everything in their mouths within reach-- rocks, mulch, dirt, grass...dead birds.

Fortunately, I looked down, right as she was reaching for a small cluster of dirty feathers, teeming with ants, and frantically scooped her up. Some cat that likes to-- eat?-- in our backyard had brought us a gift, scattered over the sidewalk. So we found a new side of the yard to play.


Breaking in his sidewalk chalk that he got for Easter.


Mr. Roger's Neighborhood comes on around the time when Abigail goes down for a morning nap, so I sometimes let him watch the beginning of that so I can nurse her without distractions. Lately, he's been singing parts of the intro, but mostly just the line "Away wanna liveinna neighaood wiv youuuu!" over and over again. It's the sweetest thing. He sings a lot. This morning, I started singing with him, and he said. "No. Momma close mouf." Funny, when my mother used to try to sing to me, I would say, "Momma don't sing."