We set out around 9:30. Both kids were strapped in the wagon, enjoying their drinks and holding their sand pails (thank you very much for the party favor, Griff). We took a fab walk. Went all the way to the park to collect rocks. Such a pretty day, as I stated previously. I wanted to burst out in song, and was about to rock and roll with "The Hills are Alive" when I remembered I live in the desert. Anywho, we walked around the lake. Saw the fish splashing up close and personal, saw the ducks. Saw Dre and Griff and their friends walking the track. Saw someone else that I knew but couldn't place. She was terribly friendly for someone who was running the track. Just fabulous to be part of the community.
Unfortunately, however, no suitable rocks for love bugs could be found. H-dubya found a few sticks, and Syd picked up what could only be classified as gravel. So we set off for home, purposely going past a house that had a rock garden. And I hate to admit it, but we borrowed a couple. Or five.
We washed the rocks, painted the rocks, and decorated them. We are going to give them to Gigi and Granny for Mother's Day. We also plan to send one to Mimi, and give one to Aunt Morgy for her 19th birthday, which was yesterday.
Little hands rock washing.
H in his "smock". I really must look into some child aprons.
Diligently working. Or at least Syd is.
Fabulous final product.
Syd admiring her handiwork.
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