Today was gorgeous - mid-seventies and a few clouds. Perfect picnic weather. So we scrounged up some friends and spent a few hours lounging in the park.
Sweet Miles. Such a serious fella. And Inara's flying into her Mama's arms behind him.
Eli slept almost the whole time. He woke up in a funk only cookies would remedy.
Since we've been home he has been a greasy goofy blur. He's running all over the house in fits of silliness.
His hair is remarkable - all greased up with sunscreen.
That's our boy.
He's going to crash so hard, but until then, we're all very entertained.
Sweet Miles. Such a serious fella. And Inara's flying into her Mama's arms behind him.
Eli slept almost the whole time. He woke up in a funk only cookies would remedy.
Since we've been home he has been a greasy goofy blur. He's running all over the house in fits of silliness.
His hair is remarkable - all greased up with sunscreen.
That's our boy.
He's going to crash so hard, but until then, we're all very entertained.
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