Father's Day turned out to be a second version of the Mother's Day agenda: a picnic and a park. We decided to do a breakfast picnic and a park closer to home, since the weather looked a bit iffy. So it was simple, bagels and fruit and coffee, milk for Bert. A couple of donuts from the farmers' market. Leftover Cheerios for the ducks, water shoes and a change of clothes for creek walking (and creek falling), and a couple of hours just to relax and enjoy each other's company with none of the chores about the house whispering that we should attend to them.
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| Bliss is a blue-sprinkled donut... |
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| The family sign of concentration: tongue sticking out! |
------ break for a wardrobe change ------
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| Accessorizing with sunglasses found on a park bench |
The next couple photos are pretty amazing to me. Keith showed him once how to put his hands and feet on the "rocks" and he had it, no help necessary.
And let us not forget the inherent entertainment in a big stick!
A great day, hands down.
Tara!!
ReplyDeleteLove this blog, reminds me of Young House Love!
It's so good to see you doing so well. Hopefully we can catch up sometime.