About 25% of our days, The Littles want to wear their leash backpacks. Obviously it is a cool accessory.
We now haul around town in a sweet Radio Flyer (Well, The Littles ride, I pull) and we stop wherever it looks like fun.
Don’t they look so grown up? Sniff…
Hugging the tree…
Isn’t 19 months a little early for the forced camera smile?
Much to Little A’s disgust, Little J discovered that she could keep a hold on sister.
Mama evened things up so Little A could drag sister along.
Can we PLEASE just stop time?
19 months is so amazing fun (and challenging but that would ruin the mood). :)