Sometimes I forget that we live a few blocks from a lake as big as a small sea. When the weather is wild, as it was this afternoon, it's great to head down to the beach and look for pirate treasure.
Or sticks. Lots of sticks.
It was windy and rainy but warm. Don't let the mittens fool you... it was 15 celcius when we were there. The boys seem to have got used to the sensation of mitt-wrapped hands over the last... oh...4 months of constant wearing them. I can't quite break them of the habit. It's fine for now, but is sure going to look silly when July rolls around. Oh well... bigger battles to fight, y'know?
I find myself regretfully packing up my own mittens and gloves in late June. Not the kids though, they eschewed them about a month ago!
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