It's been a quiet and content morning. I've gotten a lot of reading done on the back porch with Zoe happily putting her babies to bed or walking them in a stroller.
Since we have no commitments until a 2pm christening, I've let the girls stay in their pajamas. Morgan's is appropriately dressed in a Little Mermaid nightgown and Zoe is wandering around in a diaper and Jerry Bear t-shirt, which she proudly points to ever now and then and says "Matt". Because Uncle Matt sent it to her for her birthday.
The level of the water table was getting pretty low, so the first interruption of the morning was the incessant "Mo WaWa, Mo WaWa." I quickly agreed to keep the situation from escalating.
Of course, whenever I get the hose started, Potter has to butt his big head in for a drink, and since Zoe is "Monkey See, Monkey Do" I was able to grab my camera and snap this bit of comradery.
Then Morgan asked if she could hold the hose, and since a higher than average water bill (and okay, a slight scar on the environment) is an acceptable cost to finishing another chapter, I agreed.
By this time, Potter had filled up and had found a shady place to pant it all out of his system, but Morgan thought he needed to be cooled off further. In a testament to how old and decrepit he is becoming, Potter took the indignity like a man until his tortured look forced me to give him a reprieve.