Out for a Walk

Ellie has now adopted walking as her primary mode of locomotion, which is adorable, and amusing, and breath-takingly slow.

On Saturday morning, we went to the Botanical Garden, because we had been lulled by Friday's marvelous weather into making assumptions about the advent of Spring.  Leo went out early in the morning (because Ellie has not adjusted well to Daylight Savings Time, and so is getting us up at an ungodly hour) and he reported that it was rather warm.  In the time that we were at the Garden, the temperature dropped 10 degrees, from not warm but not cold to really terribly cold.

But while we were there, Ellie got out of her stroller and took a saunter all by herself.

Not that she's proud of herself, or anything.  After these pictures were taken, she promptly took a header on the uneven planks, and that got me thinking: did the fact that her shoes were nearly impossible to get on mean that they were too small?  So I went digging in the boxes of clothes for Margaret's old shoes, found them, and she is walking much more steadily in them.

In the meantime, Margaret attempted to jump off the bridge, no doubt because we were planning on taking away her outgrown shoes.

But she was really just kidding.