Washing Hands

Ella, washing the dirt from her hands after planting our new flowers in the garden.  She knelt there, on the counter, really doing a little more playing with the water than actual washing, and I snapped a couple of pictures.  I love this one…her scraggly hair which never stays put behind her ear, her soft, pudgy arms and hands, and how little she is — all of her fitting in that tiny little spot on the counter.

Washing Hands

5 thoughts on “Washing Hands

  1. If only they could stay little for a long, long time. I just love the “compact-ness” of Nolan’s little body and giving him a long cuddle each night.

    That is a great photo- you’re going to love it more and more as she grows!

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