yellow rose

I can't stop myself. It's the monkey on my back. I was complaining to M. tonight about how impossibly many photos I have to go through and process in order to catch up. He councilled me to upload them all onto my external hard drive, forget about them, and start over tomorrow.
"I can't!" I wailed. "They're too good! I have to post them!"
He just looked at me and shook his head.
The problem is that I'm so goofily in love with our life right now that I just have to document almost every hour of every day. Plus, QQ matures and grows and changed by the day lately, and each day she's likely to be a different person. How can I not document all that?
And then there's her joy. Her sheer, constant, bubbling joy in life which...I mean, how can I not record that for posterity??
On this afternoon, we took the stroller downtown, and I released her from her straps to run around the dog park by the Confluence for a half hour or so. As you can see, her coordination has improved massively lately. She's quite the runner these days, and does it every chance she gets. The yellow roses were a happy accident...I spotted them in someone's backyard, crawling forgotten along the fence line, as we came down the hill to the park. They happened to go with Q's dress.
This hill is very, very steep - difficult even for an adult to negotiate in sandals. QQ had never tackled a hill anywhere near steep before, but she chugged determinedly up it as soon as I released her from the stroller, and then turned on her heel and came barreling back down, heedless of peril. I snapped photos until I had to drop the camera and catch her before she diggered on her forehead.
Kayaks at a local shop near the confluence. QQ found these exciting as well, naturally.