These are some pictures I took back in November of the little man wrangling the chickens. He has a lot of fun with them. We haven’t really had a good garden day since then, and I’m starting to really miss getting out in the weather and doing hard work. Maybe soon.
Arthur’s toes wiggle and press, scratch and explore everything. This is especially true when he’s thinking hard about something. When he’s concentrating it almost seems as though he’s trying to manipulate his environment by sheer force of will, and what’s scary is that sometimes I think he just might do it. I love his toes. I love the way his true feelings are always betrayed by them. I love how they’re still soft and babyish, but slowly and ever so surely becoming kid toes; scraped up, muddy, calloused.
toddler toes
