In between the dreary, rainy, chilly days we have experienced lately, we have had a few hours of glorious spring. This was one of those late May afternoons where "laundry be damned", I had to be outside with the kids. Yes, they are in pajamas. Yes, Luke is "packing". Yes, he is wearing his galoshes (easy on, easy off, easy to clean, and OH so adorable). Luke was thrilled to be playing with the next door neighbors--older girls are his thing. They played on the rocks and pretended to shoot passerby's (only the ones we don't like). The last two pictures are of Luke's response to being told it was time to go in. Sophie tried to ease his pain by giving him a kiss. He was having none of it and stomped off to the front stairs to continue his pouting. I can't really blame him--he had the perfect day going for him- the girls, the gun, the galoshes-and Mom had to ruin it for him. Sometimes it is hard to be the bad guy. I am surprised he didn't use his gun to silence me...
2 comments:
You are lucky I don't live by you. I would kidnap your 2 babies.
he is so rasmussen redneck. irrigation boots (or as they are called in the city, "galoshes") and a gun. sounds like he is set.
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