Yesterday was unseasonably warm here in the Washington, DC area. As in, my car thermometer read 53 degrees as we drove to the park yesterday afternoon.
My daughter actually asked me to take this picture of her — she posed at the bottom, demonstrating how she’s learning to go down the pole. Glen Echo Fire Station, get ready for a new volunteer. Meanwhile, my son, who LOVES sandboxes, was sporting the awesome new sweatshirt his uncle and soon-to-be aunt sent him from Maui!Now that he’s five, my son is full of cool tricks. He was actually just pretending he didn’t want his picture taken here. As in “Hey Mommy, take a picture of me not wanting you to take my picture, okay?”What you can’t actually see in this picture is that my daughter is holding her shoe in her hand. The shoe that fell off when I pulled her out of the swing, but that she insisted she could put back on herself. This is about 10 minutes into that effort.Watched my son jumping off this post, saw the backlighting on his hair, and begged him to do it again! You can probably guess where this is headed. A five year old with a stick, promising not to hit anyone with it?!Yep, right there on the cheek.Somehow made her smile — but see the tears???
Comforting her brother, who was tired, hungry, and upset that he got in trouble for hitting his sister “on accident!!!!!”
With that, we headed home. So much for staying to catch the gorgeous light of sunset! But the kids, shockingly enough, were not especially concerned about my desire to practice exposing in backlighting. They were much more interested in whether they could still get pizza for dinner after the stick incident.