When it's 68 and sunnylicious and you're 1

We've turned a fun corner lately, where Harps can actually play outside. Instead of just staring and pointing or eating dirt (I mean, she hasn't stopped that part exactly), she'll -- do stuff. Scoop up snow with a shovel, cruise around the woodchips, throw a tantrum when I move her away from enormous puddles. It's nutty, this baby-turning-into-a-toddler thing that's happening cereally quick before my eyes.

Today, before a long long walk around the park, she went up and down and up and down and up and down the sidewalk like this:

And then snuggled up, all tuckered out, with her mama like this:

(Uh -- and then took an insanely intense picture with her equally dramatic mama like this:)