Patio Picnic

March 8, 2013

March began with a cold bang, but in all its fury there were one or two days that were calm and mild.  We jumped on the chance to feel the sun on our faces and headed outside for lunch.

There was one problem though:  a fly.  Obviously Rose doesn't recall what comes with the sun and warmth, because this tiny fly would not leave her alone, and it devastated her.

Rose was downright terrified of the tiny fly.  Dale tried to teach his sister the "shoo" technique.

Once lunch was over, Dale immediately started building a dream world that involved two cars, a red chair, some rocks, leaves, sticks and other assorted outdoor items.

As usual Rose was all over the place, but she did pull our two chairs together, just like we did last summer, and say, "Mommy, sit here."

Deep in play.

Rose found her legless kitty again.

The frisbees came out again too.

Then Rose remembered her swing.  Oh how she adores swinging.

And oh how Dale adores large sticks.