This afternoon, after Ellie and I picked Margaret up from her grandmother's house, we went to the park. It was that day in March when you think that the weather might be turning. It wasn't actually all that warm, but it was sunny and although there was wind, it wasn't the sort of wind that cuts through to the bone. It only went through the outermost layer of flesh. And if you had a thoughtful mother who put you in a coat (not herself, mind you, because she wasn't thinking about that, and so she was next-door to frozen), you barely even felt the cold.
It was lots of fun. And I got even more video of Ellie walking. She's really coming along in leaps and bounds.*
* Although not actually in leaps and bounds; she's not quite to that point yet, though I imagine that it's fast approaching.