More rain. So we baked cookies, which the 4-year-old insisted on decorating pre-bake with the last remnants of his *ahem* Valentines Day candy.
Not even the constant drizzle could keep the 4-year-old out of this thing.
Got a surprise invitation to the game this evening.
Where blurriness works in my favor.
Doing what sandbags do best.
As found on the wheel this morning, to the 4-year-old’s supreme delight.
On the bottom rung of a dock ladder, at low tide.
Trying to blend into the concrete.
As displayed at the first of two birthday parties this weekend. The 4-year-old had a great time.
As displayed at the market. Hm.