Walkin' Beauty

One of my favorite parts of Libby walking has to be the surprises I find around the house. Open the garbage and there's the magnet frame with a picture of Cousin Ian (sorry, Ian -- she also throws our Liberace magnet in there if it makes you feel better). Open Libby's cupboard in the kitchen, and there is one of Daddy's socks from when Libby helped me fold the laundry. Open Daddy's T-shirt drawer (nicely placed at perfect Libby height), and there's the monkey from Lauren smiling up at me. It certainly makes housekeeping more interesting (not so interesting that it causes me to do it more, of course).

I'm reminded of a story my mom and dad delight in telling about how the freezer stopped working one day. They finally called in a repairman, who discovered a plastic Barbie popsicle somehow jammed into the machinery. What can I say? My Barbie play had to be authentic, man. I couldn't have room-temperature popsicles, could I?

Below is a montage of photos showing Libby "helping" me water our plants out on the deck. Our Brutus just heaves that heavy water jug all around. One day, this game ended tragically when the heavy jug caused Libby to plummet facefirst into the floor and split her lip open. Oh, don't worry -- Brutus hasn't learned her lesson and still continue to enjoy carrying the jug all over the place.