Apparently, my deck is dirty. I realized within about five minutes of going outside that I was going to need my camera. I have a sticker that will eventually go into Monkey's scrapbook. Maybe with these pictures.
I've been looking forward to kissing tiny baby feet again. These feet are obviously no longer kissable.
By the time we came in from an hour on the deck, I decided a bath was probably the simplest way to get him clean enough to be inside. (The dirt didn't confine itself to cute little feet.) Happily, we have bubble-bath, and he thinks that's fun too. Must be a good day for bubbles.