Isn’t it fun to watch little girls play with their toys?
The care they take in posing everyone, just right, before the real play commences…
Or do I have it backwards? Is it the set up that is the fun part of playing? It certainly seems that way for Newt sometimes.
She takes her time getting everything just so, and then
Wait a minute – are these the right pictures?
What ever happened to my little princess?
The one who was so girly she refused to wear anything but dresses?
She’s a complicated child…
PS: I wasn’t really intending to post this morning. I was am planning on going for a run, but I stopped to check my email and it hit me: the urge to update.
After all, Shasta’s digging is no longer hot news. But the problem, you see, is that something is wrong with my blog. The comment function is broken. I think I screwed up the CSS but I can’t fix it. And it’s not really in the budget to pay someone else to fix it right now, so it’s going to stay broken for awhile. If you’d like to make my day comment on this or any post, just email me. My address is under the contact tab, up there ?.
Apologies to you non-blog types that didn’t understand a word of that last paragraph.
Now I’m off for my run.
