Walk in the Park

We spent the evening walking at the park the other day.  It was physical therapy for me, and fun for the boys! Win, win.

I learned all kinds of things. 

These were my flowers that Miles picked for me.

According to Graham, lightsabers come in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

Miles didn't think that I could catch him.

Daddy is the smartest archeologist ever.  at least in the boys' eyes.  They were talking about "this super rare rock" - I didn't burst any bubbles, but I'm pretty sure it was a piece of asphalt.

Chef Miles was stirring up some dirt soup.  Thankfully, he did not try to eat it.

Mom and Dad were a hot, sweaty mess.

But the boys were even sweatier.

Even when their feet were standing still, the boys were in constant motion.

But they were sweet enough to stop and smile for the camera.

Birth order.  Graham leading Miles.  "Miles, it's ok.  You are safe with me. If the bear comes out, I will hit him with my walking stick."  The things kids come up with.

Looking for an even bigger stick.

Miles wanted me to take a picture of his shoes, so I obliged.

Graham "lasering" something.

Just dad and the boys.  Having some male bonding time over some sweat, sunshine, and the outdoors.