I’m trying to get the kids outside as much as possible. There are a hundred reasons, but at the top of the pile are 1) When we’re outside Thomas is happier and it’s almost impossible for him to get into the toilet from the yard 2) winter is coming.
Like most of the south eastern United States, we got a lot of rain this weekend from Hurricane Matthew (but nothing serious). We made an adventure of it and put on our boots and rain coats and stomped in puddles while Daddy drained water from the pool. I took these pictures before the rain, when I was looked at the forecast and wondered if, after being inside for three days, would my children grow horns? Or would I?
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2016.
David / He’s recently discovered the joys of climbing trees. When he calls me over to show me how high he’s climbed, and I see him barely a foot off the ground, I wonder how high his imagination has taken him.
Mary Virginia / She looks contemplative here, but she’s really mad at me because I’m not willing to abandon my baby by that pond to go retrieve her baby doll from the house.
Also, her pattern-mixing skills have her looking a little Grey Gardens here, right?
Thomas / Mary Virginia handed him this huge stick and then proclaimed, “He’s the King of the World!”
He was delighted. And his first act as king was to whap his sister in the head with his scepter.