Last day with Grandma and Grandad on their Christmas visit. We went for a nice walk into town. Iris got to wear her awesome new shoes and trotted along as quick as she could. I don't know why it surprises me how different the girls are, but it does. Walking is yet another example. Flora, I am embarrassed to say, is still being pushed around in the stroller with her sister. Iris, the determined little mite, on a few occasions, has insisted on getting out of the stroller at the bottom of our steep, tall, nasty hill to walk all the way up to our house. This is a walk that often has us adults puffing away. But she marches on, refusing any offer of help. Meanwhile, Flora is being pushed up the hill in the stroller like some sort of princess....
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