These are from the day we put up the swingset/clubhouse.
It was on the warm side (understatement) and we couldn’t resist the lure of the ice cream truck. That is my excuse for the state of grossness on the boys faces and shirts. They bathe once a month, whether they need it or not. I promise.Jeremia was asking to phone home.
When I drove the play set home I had red velvet Christmas ribbon dangling off the end of the longest beam. Conrad was hamming it up with the frayed bit of ribbon. He is quite clever and had me in fits.
So Conrad begrudgingly shared.
Ami grew bored quickly and Conrad got his beloved ribbon back.