Since Squeaker and moved into our own place, one of her favorite things to do has been to go for a walk around the neighborhood. This fun activity has become an addiction for her since we discovered that every stand of trees that escaped the builder's wrath is full of blackberry bushes. Incidentally don't mention the location of any bushes to her, or I will be in trouble. Part of the fun is that the Daddy person has convinced her that they are out little secret. She has developed the idea that it is ok to tell people so long as the live far enough away that they don't wander over to pick our blackberries, but that we can't tell anyone who lives nearby.
I have no idea how much longer the berries will last, but there will be much sadness and gnashing of teeth after they are gone.
I still need to get the camera to the pool. Squeaker continues to progress from 'sinkerpants' to mermaid. Have a good week.
