Walking partners

It used to be that my walks with Peyton in the afternoon were just that: walks. Now that she's reached this precocious age, her time is spent exploring and my time is spent keeping her safe.

It starts out innocently enough.





















But soon the panties come out.





















Then there are berries she's not supposed to eat but tries to anyway.





















And flowers she supposed to blow on but always ends up licking.














Broken water fountains that require close inspection.





















Hands up due to bushes that stick soft baby hands.

















And neighbor dogs to visit.














What happens when I say "Look at Mommy!"





















It's really all so stressful.














Yet, I wouldn't want to "walk" with anyone else.