In case you were unsure that Bryan and I still existed here is a pic of us after we climbed a mountain. That's right, I climbed a mountain on Memorial Day. I was expecting a nice leisurely hike and was a bit shocked when we headed straight up a mountain. It was actually nice to get outdoors and do something active.
Luke got to chill at the bottom with his Grandma.
That is about as close to the water as he got. He did to an occasion dabbling in the sprays. But we have some prepping to do before actual pool season. (In years past that would have meant something entirely different to me, mostly having to do with my thighs)
Luke has a flour pile. I have been making homemade bread lately. Even grinding my own flour. Crazy domestic, I know. Anyway, the first wheat that goes through a new grinder has to be thrown away, kind of cleans out the machine I guess. So I was showing Luke what I had made, letting him put his hands in the flour. It was getting a little messy so we went out on the back porch, it was so cute I had to grab the camera. I was gone for two seconds, and he dumped it. So for the past few days we have been playing in the flour file. I have decided that real toys are over rated. Luke would rather have Tupperware and a pile of flour any day.
