Playdate dawned gray, warm, steamy and close, but the play went on. I couldn't uncloud my lens, but it did paint a picture of the atmospheric muck we trudged around in all day. And let's just just say those of us with curls hand some wild and woolly ones too.
Missy Buttercup is adding lots of detail to her portraits this summer.
Tandem painting with Giddy-up and Ol' Blue Eyes.
Break out the tools and fix the helicopter.
A little drumming in a cardboard box.
Finally painting summer shirts. I'm not sure the paint will ever dry.
"You need to always do what I say." "I'm the boss of this place." Good to know Baby Boy, you are the boss."
In times past, it wasn't a creek, but a bridge and there was so many cars, it broke the bridge and the cars fell in and made the creek. All the car parts are still there somewhere, but they are hidden because this all happened a hundred years ago.
So, here's the thing (ha). I won't remember the heat or my exhaustion, but I will remember smiling and lending an ear to hear what Baby Boy needed to say, watching Drummer Boy's little drummer girl, Giddy-up finally enjoying the dolphin swing and his precious laughing, Bean figuring out the kayak and the paddles and the soft coos and ear to ear smiles of our tiniest Wee Will. Heart warming all.