Family walk

Yesterday after dinner, we decided to go for a family walk. Fiona didn't really want to go, because she didn't want to walk. Her toast is still a little burned because we don't have a double stroller, and she's no longer the one riding. She wanted me to go get the wagon out of the car.

But part of the reason we were walking was so we could all MOVE AROUND a little bit, so Ian and I held firm about the walking aspect, and in the end she not only walked but had a highly enjoyable time. Had we not walked together we'd never have been out long enough to have discovered yesterday's amazing cicada, for example.

We had enough fun to go out again tonight after supper. We decided, on impulse, to snap a couple pictures in the formal garden at the park across the street. Once we got home, warm and ready for a drink, stories, songs, and a night's rest, I heard Fiona say, "Dad, let's do this every night forever!" A far cry from not wanting to walk, eh? Our Fiona is growing up, and it gives me goose bumps and throat lumps.