the last vestiges of summer

Oh, hello there Blogger! We've been soaking up what little sun is left and staying busy these last few weeks. Wanna peek? I was only going to post two pictures. Two. And then, as I was going through my phone, I started reminiscing, and...I couldn't stop myself.

Farmer's Market Saturdays. 

Late nights. Really late nights. We hear ruckus from their room every night. Giggling, pounding, bouncing, crashing, the infrequent cry. We often open the door to something like this. Currently, Gabe stays up a good 2-3 hours after we put them to bed, he only sleeps on the floor (and occasionally under his bed), and early this morning I was blissfully awoken to the shrill, blood-curdling screams of a night terrored 2-year-old (well, I guess since it was early morning, it was probably a day terror).

Visits to the school to drop off dinner to Phil. Twenty seconds after this was taken, Gabe was climbing in the fountain.

Parkin' it up! Look at all these baby girls! Well, ok. There are a couple boys in here too. :) Snacks and wading pools and playgrounds and friends. Every other day.

Getting warm and dry after falling head first into the wading pool. No worries - he was running back in after a minute or two.

 The rare self-portrait. Rubi loves looking in the mirror!

Exercise group mornings. I swear Rubi didn't steal this ball from him!

A little leg training. Rubi's had some trouble putting weight on her legs, so she needs lots and lots of johnny jump up and exercaucer time. Now we know why it hasn't been very effective :) He shoves everything he can find down behind her back and then tries to climb in with her.

Church. Nothing's cuter than a dozen little 2-year-olds eating goldfish crackers on mini chairs at a mini table.

Cheesin' it at the park.

Cooking club. And book club. And a handful of other clubs and activities. We had an ice cream recipe identifying contest here.

Double the baths. Summertime is dirty time. They crack us up in the bath. Gabe's always laying on Rubi, and she is always grabbing his back and trying to kiss him.

More of the park.

Throwing rocks in the lake. For Gabe, life just doesn't get any better than this.

Waiting for the pool to open...at the park. Sad note: the pool is already closed until next May!

Eating baby wipes at the park.

Playing at the beach. The lake beach, just to clarify. I'm pretty sure you can't get any further from the ocean than Kirksville, Missouri.