I love long summer days. Yesterday we didn't get out of the house until almost eight o'clock (all the pictures below were taken after then) and we still had time for a good park visit. The boys played in the park fountains and had oodles of fun.
There was a sign on one of the posts that called for ushing. The boys didn't seem interested.
There was also the usual injury, but Chris had it under control so I kept taking pictures...
When the boys had their fill of scraped knees and chattering teeth, we changed their clothes and took them on a walk around the park.
Someone felt a little left behind.
I had the decency to pick him up even though he walked right past me.
|I love Dootle's expression here. And no, that's not a baby bump under my shirt. Just a mummy tummy.|
Mid-walk we were attacked by hordes of mosquitoes, the likes of which I don't remember ever being attacked by before. So we cut our walk short and ran to the car. Dootle's hat flew off and he cried, even after it was returned to his head. The lateness of the day seemed to yield more meltdowns than usual.
After the park we had a snack break at McDonalds where we happily ate chicken paste and red food coloring, then we drove around and found a nice grassy knoll to sit on and wait for fireworks.
The fireworks fired away while we sat on our blanket amidst other onlookers. Dootle asked me when the show was going to start, and I told him we were in the thick of it. Then Finkle said he had to go poopoo. There was no coercing him to go poopoo in the grass surrounded by firework-beholding-strangers, he had to have his potty. And so we packed up and left. I think we'd all had our fill of fireworks, anyway.
The boys fell asleep on the way way home, and I went to sleep a tired, blessed mama.
How did you celebrate Independence Day?