Potato discovered a love of drawing. Stealing pens and paper to hide in a corner like it was some secret joy she couldn't bear to share with the others.
There was also berry picking. This property is plentiful in raspberries, blackberries, and blueberries.
Which the children beg me nearly everyday to be allowed to go out and pick.
Once, a large butterfly flew near the children while they were playing outside. This was hazardous. Bear hit the butterfly with a bubble wand.
It continued to fly fine however. I followed it to where it landed elsewhere, and it rested on my hand a bit while the children gently observed.
It flew away once it's poor little heart stopped racing from it's near death experience.
There were piggy back rides.
And there were uncles.
There were lots of flowers.
And the first pears of the season.
There were outings.
As one woman said, "It's like the Von Trapps!"
A trip to Port Townsend, with a side trip to Fort Warden with Rory, Dianna, and the kids.
There were also ferry rides.
A few tea parties.
Running through the sprinkler was a must.
Where we learned closing our eyes while running about with multiple children is dangerous.
Work began on the Beetle, again.
There was also the WA Midsummer Renaissance Faire. With barbarian trolls.
Gypsy horse riders.
Oh, and pirates with cannons and whips.
Of course, we dressed up, too.
Jeremy and I also celebrated our 3rd year together.