Summer Evenings

The rain finally came, and with it cooler temperatures and cloud cover. We afraid-of-the-105-degree-heat creatures emerged from hiding--found most of our flowers still alive, our freckles still intact, and our love for popsicles and all messy outdoor activities still alive and well. I'm treasuring these evenings, when it's the three of us--playing golf with our plastic golf clubs, welcoming the droves of ants with our popsicle juice, blowing bubbles, running around with lawnmowers and water guns and anything else to make our neighbors think we're crazy. :)
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Golfing with Daddy. Little man has got quite the swing.

It always starts off the same way: "Take a shoes off, Mommy."

Then the stripping down really takes place. And he attacks Daddy with the water.

And, of course, Daddy doesn't mind. :)

There is fun to be had with the sprinklers!

The bubble gun. The most prized possession of this two-year-old.

When did he get so big?

The lawnmowers (plural) come out, and are left out, inevitably.

Sweet summer evenings, I will always hold you close to my heart. Watching my little boy squeal with joy or burst out laughing when he surprises Daddy with the water hose. Nothing is more precious than that--the distinct feelings of love and comfort that infuse everything.