Last night's torrential rains brought down branches and created new "creeks" in the woods behind our house. There's no time like the time after a big rainstorm watch watersheds in action.
S. and Prophet try to zip up their coats.
S. flashes a debonair grin while Prophet shows off her riot grrrrrin.
J. demonstrated a slight bit of jealousy when presented with the King's outrageous Zappa.
For every lovely moment in life, let there be green porta-potties in the background.
There was the seven square foot jagged rock with puddles in certain portions that captivated the kids. I don't know how many times the climbed the rock, teetering to and fro, looking like they might bust their heads, and then pooling all the energy to let out a passionate "yaaaaaar" and leap from the side of the rock onto the gravel below.
S. atop said gnarly rock.
Be still, my heart.
Little G. and his amazing, expressive eyebrows.
Little G. won't take no, maybe, or later for an answer. He follows his geist.
They are wild, unruly, wacky-yum-yum, and really cute to their parental units.
