out to lunch

This week Dan had the great idea of going to the park for a picnic. The weather convinced me to take him up on his offer. Dan packed the lunch, I packed the baby and we were off.

It had to have been one of the most beautiful days of the year. The breeze blew just enough. But not too much. Otherwise it would have interfered with sitting up practice.



This was our backdrop.


And this, our ceiling.


The wider the spread of the fingers, the greater its path of destruction.


Nothing better than a little picnic lunch.