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It was 70 degrees in Idyllwild today...so we played outside. Lucy had the greatest outfit on of her 18 month clothing...one of them!

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Sandy said…
cutest EVER!!
Liana said…
It IS cute. I like how Bowden is leading the way with his...spear?
a young shaka zulu
abigail said…
I love striped tights like nobody's business! Unfortunately, the girls have only a combined total of two pair. Susannah's won't fit anyone else, and when Annika wears Millie's, she has elephantine, baggy ankles.

Lucy looks adorable, and I love those striped tights like nobody's business!

Nobody's business!
sarah said…
i love them too, and this is the first time they've fit her correctly. Bowden's spear is a yard stick from the camp office....
Annie said…
Does Lucy need more 18 month clothes? Sarah Perito has some, but thought you'd only be interested in long sleepware;?
sarah said…
yes...lots more.

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