It began with an adventurous bike ride along the Potomac. Hazel tried the entire time to take her helmut off. The fussing mostly stopped when we gave in and pitched it into the back of the cart.
Get this thing off me!
Still trying to get this thing off.
Happy in his boy cave.
All the gear for THIS magical day.
The best part was getting Papa along for the ride. Everything is better with a little Papa in your life.
Proof I was there. I even pulled the littles for awhile. I've realized I need a little more prep for P90X.
Halfway done. Look at those luscious red cheeks. YUMMY!!
All tuckered out and they weren't even doing the work.
And on the way home, I noticed #1 is getting hairy legs. When did that happen? And it made me nostalgic for this day that hasn't even ended yet.
And then Part II. While Niko slept off his journey fatigue Luke and Hazel entertained me in the family room. Hazel was in rare form, giving me not only her Mona Lisa smile but also occasionally giving in to the giggle welling up inside her and actually laughing out loud. Her giggles spilled over me like bubbles. I wanted to reach out and pop each one.
Bless good babysitters. The big people got gussied up and went to Vermillion. We dined on pure Amish farmed goodness, excellent conversation and perfect company. An enchanting ending to an extraordinarily abundant day.
Look at little Finn peeping over his blanket. He was an angel all evening, basking in our smiles, cooing at us then finally giving up and going to sleep.
Just Pellegrino folks.
Called "cookies and confections", it was decadent and heavenly. Homemade hostess cupcakes, donuts, fudge pops . . .
. . . plus this unbelievable peach upside down cake with amaretto icecream. The memory alone makes my mouth water.
After dessert . . .
My self-portrait. I'm trying to look dreamy. Did it work?
Now Goodnight. Sweet Dreams.