Wisconsin is good at doing spring.
Doesn't Jack look like a little monkey?
contemplative little monkey?
We were so winded because to get to the picturesque location, we had to push a stroller full of 70-pounds of kid up a HUUUGE hill. Stupid glaciers.
Harry, mid-rendition of "Sweet caroline." Only he customized it and was actually belting out "Sweet Poopoline."
We tried to take the kids out for a nice dinner Saturday, but it was really stressful. Until our wine arrived. Then it was kind of funny.
Thank goodness for the bread basket.
On Sunday, we played outside a lot. Jack tore off his bike helmet and enthusiastically put this net on his head before jumping on Harry's old trike.
It's a statement piece.
He was really ticked when we made him swap it for his helmet.
I'll leave you to imagine just how helpful Harry, Jack, and their water table were during this process.