Lincoln loves to go outside. I would walk him up and down the sidewalk when he was a newborn, and he joined me on walks early on. Almost every evening we take a stroll down the block just to look around, and some mornings we play on a blanket under the tree. When the breeze blows through the tree and rustles the leaves, the amazement on Lincoln's face is just precious. We'll be glad when the hot weather is over so we can spend more time outside.






"I guess I like this high chair after all. Every time I sit here I get good stuff to eat, and it sure is a great place to go to the bathroom. What more could I ask for?"

















and most of all just looked cute.

