The Cold before the Cold

The cold is seeping in, and the last bits of outside fun sans oodles of bundling has taken place. Much of it involving Lailah’s slide she got from Grandma and Grandpa H. Once she learned she wasn’t afraid to climb up and go down on her own the sky has been the limit, she’s madly in love, with a slide. And has since become quite the daredevil, thinking it a good idea to go down on her stomach and back. Good luck telling her it’s a bad idea, she’ll only antagonize you by coming up with a more daring way of going down - all whilst giving you ‘the look’. That’s her these days – bullheaded. And not a thing you can say or demonstrate will sway her. I both love and loathe that about her.