Wild thing

Eliot is getting a little harder to control. While Anselm and I played catch in the courtyard, she decided to do a balance beam act on the narrow edge of the pond. She made it around five times without falling in, and did not allow any intervention. Meanwhile Anselm was cross if I didn't pay attention to the game. Quite hard on a mother.

Then in the back alley, she decided that it was an appropriate night for Vios dinner, and took off for it all by herself.