Lately we've been spending a lot of evenings out in the backyard. It's been so.freaking.hot and by the end of the day we are a little stir-crazy from being stuck indoors. It makes for a long day and once the dreaded witching hour hits, the last place I want to be is in the kitchen with a cranky toddler under my feet. As the sun begins to go down a little it is actually pretty enjoyable as long as there's a breeze. Harrison will occupy himself running around while we grill and Harper loves sitting out in her swing in the shade. It's a win-win for all.
|It's clear that these grown-ups want to keep my sand in a box for some reason. It's a conspiracy and I will not stand for it!|
|Jump! Jump! Or in Harrison-talk, "Da! Da!"|
He is always eager to do prayer hands. Kinda makes my heart melt a little.
I'm pretty sure he's eager to do prayer hands because he's eager to chow down. But it's hard to blame him with this deliciousness:
|Nothing beats grilled steak, grilled corn on the cob, and grilled asparagus. Adding "grilled" in front of it makes it sound that much more appetizing, doesn't it? Mmmmmm!|
My silly, filthy boy, whom I cannot get enough of:
|With baked beans smushed on his eyebrow.|
|Nothing's funnier than putting a cup of milk on your shoulder, right? Or at least to Harrison.|
|I'm SO too cool for you, Mom.|
Meanwhile, Rick and I take turns passing Harper around, because dinner time = her fussy time and she pretty much demands to be held. Doesn't that totally suck for us? Having to hold a sweet little baby? Life's just not fair, I tell you!
|my matching sweethearts|
|Harper & Mommy|
Back to Harrison, where he's signaling that he's "all done."
Because there is still much fun to be had in the form of a water hose and sprinkler.
Oh, to be young again.
Their joy in the simple things is something to be inspired by.