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We watched Toy Story 3 with little M on Sunday night. It would have been awesome if she hadn’t been so frightened by all the danger parts. She wanted to finish it, though, and I was glad of that — better to leave it on a high note rather than in the middle of a scary scene.

On Monday morning she woke up very unhappy, talking about the part where the baby’s heart gets broken. Later she told me she had thought of an idea where there would be a heart protector that would prevent it from getting broken, and that that would be much better. Also, she spent a great deal of time being nice to this baby doll, carrying it around wrapped in blankets, talking and singing to it, and here she has set it up to watch a little tv with some other dolls:

So sweet! But I’m thinking we might have to be more careful about which movies we let her watch.

Well, kind of. It’s just barely warm enough for today’s summer-time-y fun.

Note the picnic blanket — placed there to keep little C from sampling the dirt and mashing the ants. Also please note the lack of pants on the older one. She had the hose out. The jeans got soaked. They came off. Also please admire the abundance of yellow flowers. Aren’t they pretty? What are they called, you say? Hmmm, I don’t remember. I think they have a fancy French name, something to do with lion’s teeth.

Heh, we are so not fancy. We might be fancy someday. Not yet.

For now I’m happy to sit on the porch with a little coffee to warm me up and a little soda water to cool me down, and two girlies to light up my heart.

RIP Dixie.

Via Wil Wheaton. Deepest gratitude to Wil, Pee Wee, and Charo.