Fall has finally arrived in all its crisp, cool days. The boys spend much of their days running around the yard, raking leaves, digging holes, riding their bikes, and building forts. Picnics outside are usually requested (and it beats cleaning up after the crumbs inside - I am happy to let the ants do the cleaning outside).
This branch fell during the last storm and it has been many things already, a playground, a grocery counter, a fort, a tent. I love their imaginations.
He's as jolly as ever and becoming such a boy. He's my roughest, toughest tumbler yet. Watch out world.