Rowan. She is such a treat. The other day, for the first time, we were able to "turn on" our fireplace. Is that stupid or what? You shouldn't be able to turn on your fireplace. Aahhh! I miss REAL fires, fires that actually burn something, crackle authentically, and require poking. Anyway, it was on. Rowan was A M A Z E D. Don't you wish you could go back to that kind of wonder? Her little mouth was open, in shock at this amazing feat we had accomplished by flipping a switch. She wanted to get closer and closer. . . until "NO NO! It's hot!" Poor girl. A little while later we look over at her again, and there she is, by the fire. Again. But this time she was working. Her little lips were sticking out and little puffs of wind were going out of her mouth.
She was trying to cool it off, dear thing. Ah, love it.
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