Pickanic

We went to the park today for a picnic with some new friends and their kids.

Peeper was, as usual, the belle of the ball.

All the kids in the park were swarming around her, tickling her, hugging her, saying how cute she is.

There were even a couple of tweenish boys who were goo-gooing over her.

They were talking about how pretty her eyes are, and her hair, and her cheeks!

One was looking down from the play structure that we were sitting under, calling her, trying to get her to look at him:

"Peeper, Peeper! Up here! Peeper, I love you!"