Windmill

Rory loves windmills. We're not exactly sure why. The first one she saw was at the pediatrician's office. They have a metal windmill inside the waiting room next to a little play house. At lot of times when we are driving, she will ask "see, windmill?" She knows Nanny and Papa have one. There is one that we see on the way to and from HEB. We look for then every where we go. We look for them more probably than cows. We have discovered there is one just down the street from us by the Texas State Campus. We drove over there yesterday and got of the jeep to go see it. Rory was extremely excited and I don't think that description even does her justice. We probably heard the word "windmill" 5,000 times in the 10 minutes we were there. She of course didn't want to leave, but we had to convince her that the windmill needed to go "night-night." Finally, she agreed to leave. The farewell was hilarious. "Bye-bye windmill, see you tomorrow."(wave) She walks a couple of steps. Again, "Bye-bye windmill, see you tomorrow." (wave) Couple more steps, "Night-night windmill, sleep tight."(blows a kiss) And on and on. I think Sammy got some of her on video on his phone. What a girl!!