I get a little panicky this time of year, because I realize that the summer heat is only 2 months away and we haven't been maximizing our outdoor play time. Especially now that Emma is in school, our daily routine doesn't allow a whole lot of sit-around-and-play time unless I consciously add it to the day.
On Friday, we were out running errands when the kids found $1.00 packs of bubbles. They begged me asked me politely if they could have some, and in a fit of niceness, I said yes.
They're finally bubble-blowing experts now, and I don't think bubble solution was spilled once! It might have been a record.

Drew just loves exploring the outdoors. He particularly enjoys throwing rocks. I should probably teach him not to do that, but he just loves it so much..... plus "throwing" isn't exactly the right word for what he does- he pretty much just drops them in front of him. Soon, I will instruct him in the ways of well-behaved toddlers, I promise.
He's starting to look more like a little boy instead of a baby. Who said that could happen? I'm not sure if I'm ready for that.
Of course, when it's really nice outside, you have more unpleasant tasks to perform.
Multiply by a thousand.
Don't judge. Marcus hurt his arm playing softball and I have RA, plus, it's rained a lot, so the weeds have just been allowed to proliferate.
I did pick weeds later that afternoon. It helped. A little. And I couldn't move the next day. Time to break out the weed killer. We've missed you, toxic labor-saver.
And, just in case this post isn't silly enough, here's a face from Kyle that always makes me laugh. I'm not sure what he's trying to convey when he makes this face-- he looks mildly disgusted but entertained.
I love my little rock star.






