I used to call Tucker my feral son because of the amount of time he spent outdoors. I think I am going to have a feral daughter. This picture is of Molly bringing Austin her coat so that she can go outside with him (he is about to leave for work). We got a babysitter a couple weeks ago, and as we went out the door, Molly went into the pantry and got her coat and tried to follow us out. It was so cute it was heartbreaking!
It’s not that Molly just wants to be with us; she genuinely wants to be outdoors. Ever since she made the four-legged to two-legged transition recently, she just can’t get enough of being outside. Her favorite still is the stroller, but she loves the swings, the tent platform/tree house (incidentally, she can climb the sloped ladder all by herself), the slides, the sandbox… really just about everything. Of course, she is completely and utterly unreliable outside so it’s not a place we can really leave her side and do anything else (maybe that’s why she likes it so much!)
Here’s Molly all spiffed up for church:
And here’s Molly delighting in her mad rocking skills:
