Happy Memorial Day! We enjoyed some fantastic steaks at the Newmans’ home this afternoon, and then played with babies. This is a recurring theme here at Thimbly Things. Food. Babies. Food. Babies.
Enjoy!
By the end of our visit, Emily looked like a dirty, neglected ragamuffin. Her sweet little dress was spotted from whipped cream, dirt, doggy slobber, and we’re not sure what else. Her feet were black from mud, charcoal, and possibly doggy poo. Her knee was scraped. And, as usual, her hair was matted together. But she certainly did have the time of her life.
She even made a new human friend.
This is Myra. She and Emily bonded over the door stopper. Good times. (By the way, you’d never know from looking at them, but Emily is 10 days older than Myra!)
Emily with another stick. I decided to add this because it just makes me laugh. There’s something mildly Lord of the Flies about this. Maybe it’s the tied green dress hanging off her shoulder and her bare feet, but I can just see her heading up a group of ornery, angry children and hunting down a wild boar…
