We visited some friends–Conor’s pal Ryan and his wife Jill (and their son, Noah), and Ryan’s parents, Marc and Janie. Noah is about Wesley’s age, give or take, so the kids had a great time. (They particularly enjoy hogging someone else’s toys.)
Wesley and Noah:
Noah and Jill…and Wesley hatching some kind of plan in the corner:
They loved Noah’s rocking horse.
Noah and Jill:
Wesley was also very interested in this ball:
Noah and Ryan:
Then we went sledding (well…I only actually went down the hill once, as I am an idiot and traveled to Michigan in January with only my Crocs for shoes).
Marc got Conor and Wesley ready to go:
…and added Mary.
Mary watched, between turns:
Noah and Janie:
…and sibling pic:
…and family pic!
We went to the park the other day and the kids were being SUPER cute. Want evidence?
Well, this one isn’t from the park. But look at his hair!
And his grin!
Here is Mary, getting ready to send her soccer ball down the slide:
Wesley hanging out with the dinosaur–the box, visible on the bottom, is his Box of Safety that he likes to bring to the park to sit in. He’s neurotic.
Kids! Both in frame! Not crying!
Wesley was itching to climb the dinosaur.
He did make a little progress.
The requisite photo of Mary on a slide:
Wesley thinking about leaving the dino:
Mary has no objection to running around without me.
Mary–practicing for the day that Grandma Cal finds her a pony:
poor beleaguered dinosaur:
and he’s off! Brave baby.
Swinging together is exponentially more hilarious than swinging alone, they tell me.
Wesley looks exasperated. [And jowly.]
My sweet girl:
Wesley’s bravery expands.
And as a bonus–Mary helping wash the car: