Open dyer eyes

You woke up so happily at 5:59 a.m. and said, "Mom?" I said "yes, sweetheart?" "Open dyer eyes," you said as you pryed open my eyes with your sharp fingernails. Dad's eyes needed prying open, too. Except we couldn't actually get them to open until closer to 6:30.

We had a full day. Starting at 8, we went for groceries, perused the Catherdral Village Arts Festival, you and Dad had a nap, and we went to the circus. We usually don't pack so much activity into one day. Here are some pictures from the circus. You were more into the pumping music than the action going on inside the ring. Your dad thinks you dance better than he and I combined - and he's right. You were grooving.