It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

When your neighbors set up a zipline, you're guaranteed hours of fun. Until the zipline breaks (Dad's sometimes want to have fun, too)

The tree in our backyard is perfect for the bull swing named bullet. Unfortunately I can't remember that it's a bull and have Cael trained to call it the "horsey swing"

Naps are becoming sparse with this sweet little one. But when he naps, it's not unusual to find him cuddled up with a cozy tonka truck or big boots machine. 

The bunkbed had a small makeover. I was ready to freshen it up with new quilts and pillows for Brock and Cael. This is obviously before the change; If I ever post an 'after' you won't be the only one surprised. 

Another book lover. I told Cael when we got home from the library we needed to go in the house to make dinner. He objected and planted his little body on the kid's picnic table to read a story

This backyard tree, though fun to have for a swing, reading books under, and providing shade to our house, I was ready to chop it down this spring. It has dumped leaves the entire time we've lived here and an enormous amount of powdery, puke-greenish-yellow pollen. I won't complain about the leaves anymore now that we've dealt with the pollen.

They've got moves like Jagger. This was the funnest dance I've ever been to. Our ward hosted a family dance at our church one evening. I wasn't going to go since Jer had to work and I'm not all for dancing in my unbalanced current shape but I'm so glad we went; the boys made it a party.