May Didn't Quite Get Canceled: Part III

Sunday called for downpours all day long. I got the kids in their rainsuits and we headed to the Rose Garden.

It was nice with no one here.

Theo wanted to bring his ducky along on a walk but we couldn't find the doll carrier. His overalls would have to do.

Meadow had to get outside for distance learning, so we went to the bird sanctuary next to Lake Harriet.

Meadow had to tell her teachers what she heard, felt and saw. And she sent a picture and audio recording of the frogs in the marshy forest.

Of course she needed to.

Scott had to work outside the home for the day while I worked from home. Once in awhile I'd come out to check on the kids. One time I caught Meadow making her own mug cake. I asked her what she put in it and she said, "I don't know, a little of this a little of that". It was actually not bad.

She even cleaned up after herself.

We have been working with the neighbors in our building to put in a patio in the back. I made a wall with our random pavers to hold up our garden.

Theo was inspired by Meadow to make his own mug cake.

Our table is finally ready to use again.

Good job, Brooke.

Silly Theo.

The kids love stealing my phone to take photos. I like when I find good ones.

Theo and I went on a bike ride while Meadow had school. We found a new favorite place to play this summer.

Theo wished we had brought a real fishing pole.

I got these Bundt mug cake molds for the kids to use in the sandbox or in their play kitchen. I guess they wanted to use them for what they're actually made for.

Oh, just another morning. Brooke got productive. And then Theo would inevitably knock it all down.

Swings everyday.

Every, single day.

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