On Steve's birthday he wanted to pack up dinner (luckily he told me this before I made it) and eat on the grounds of the Oakland Temple. I love being up there with the music, the perfectly landscaped grounds, and the gorgeous views of the bridges and San Francisco. It's always so peaceful, full of the Spirit, and such a good place to escape from life.
It was nice to let Sophie play on some real grass, too. Not like the brownish green prickly mess that has become our front yard.
I find lately that she'll eat more if I let her do it herself. She's becoming so independent. I wonder where she gets it? ;)
She's learning how to sniff things. Or maybe she just thinks it tickles when she sticks her face in it. Not sure.