Wednesday night was the first night in far too long that we made it home while it was still sunny and warm. I’d sent Ken out at lunch to buy a recorder and he found a spiffy PINK one for Reid to play at Kindermusik and, apparently, at our house and in our backyard. Melissa had passed along Ben’s old soccer cleats last week and Reid had her first opportunity to take them for a test run. And so it was that Reid put on her cleats, grabbed her recorder and ran around in the sun in the backyard. What more could a girl ask for?