Sometimes she shares.

Amelia has started building herself more and more elaborate, throne-like seats (the better to rule her kingdom from, my dear). 

When Baxter asked her to read him a book this morning, I walked back in the room to see her leading a one-person story hour.  To his credit, he lasted about 10 minutes.   

 

I love this slow, unstructured time we sometimes have on weekends. And now, I need to chase them into street clothes and get them out the door before all the strawberries at the farmers market are bought up!