The little women often ask to go outside to "our park" (the swing set/playhouse in our backyard) but as I often have much to do around here, and we don't yet live out in the country where I would feel comfortable just sending them out without my eagle-eye supervision (watching them from the kitchen window, rather than from 2 feet away), it doesn't always happen.
Today, we went outside.
It was BEAUTIFUL out and the little women kept themselves QUITE occupied, despite the fact that 2 of our 3 swings are still broken (not to self: BUY NEW SWING CHAINS) and there was a huge mud puddle right at the bottom of the slide.
We finished the afternoon off with a "fancy" lunch (a few different courses including grapes, and quesadillas, and soup eaten out of tiny bowls with tiny spoons while we talk to each other in our best "fancy-lady" british accents) and a movie (with cheese popcorn of course).
"The boy" watching the girls run back and forth and trying
with everything within him not to jump up and
chase after them (something we're working on)
... why he did of course
(note the placement of the stick and the ball -
He's as bad as the kids.)
(even the chocolate milk was fancy today)
(and yes, that is a pile of rocks to the far left of the table)
The laundry still isn't done but life is good. :)