8.26.2009

Picnic in the park.

Our no-fail remedy for feeling cooped up is a picnic in the grass. Even on a week night, even after dark! We're wild like that. Yesterday, we drove to Tom Sawyer State Park, spread out a blanket and ate black beans, avocados and fried plantains. Then there were creeks and cat tails, running dogs, handstands and cartwheels, exploring fields with high grasses, model airplanes doing loopty loos and sunsetty skies.


Check out this rad titanium spork. Jealous?


Some of Kurt's charming eating faces.


Baby Harold is finally growing into his running legs.
See the muscles on that tiny beast?



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