The other day I was sitting out front. The girls were toddling around the porch- precariously scaling the steps, perilously walking the outer perimeter, dancing upon the slender arms of the bench that sits on the dramatically sloped decking and sticking whatever random rusty, dusty and questionable looking things they found on the ground into their delicate little mouths. What was I doing you ask? Why I was chronicling the whole thing through my beloved digital camera of course. (Did I mention they were barefoot?) Two photos emerged from the flurry of front porch play that made my heart skip a beat. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the rules of parenting: the need to’s and the have to’s and the everyone…