Clara is walking!  Sort of, in a three steps at a time kind of way, but you’ve got to start somewhere!

Please admire my blue eyed baby who is almost eleven months old (How did that happen?).  To do so you may have to ignore her dirt and food stains, (She’s much cleaner than when I caught her playing in Ivy’s poop earlier in the day!) and ignore the fact that she has no pants and her onesie isn’t even snapped (As near as I can remember that was outfit number four of the day).  Also it’s not that I don’t mow my lawn, it’s that she’s in the pasture, (Which we were in becuase my 15 min. tractor job had at this point taken almost two hours and I had run out of gas and the sky in the background isn’t just to match Clara’s eyes it was a major storm on it’s way in that soaked me while I tried to get the tractor restarted and finish my job. It’s  still not done.) while you can tell from her expression that she’s not super confident with the walking yet, she sure is trying!

If Clara can figure out how to learn to walk I’m sure I can figure out how to cope with one rotten dog and two poopy kids.

Today we were pretty shaky on our feet, I’m betting tomorrow we’ll both be better!