Oh my goodness, the babes were Wild Things this morning!
Actually, wild dinosaurs. First, anyway.
They roared and chased and eeked and squealed and chased and hid and took cover and had take-downs and on and on.
Mama kept telling herself, "Hold on.... we're going to the park.... we're going to the park.... we're going to the park...."
A bit of a litany, that.
Maddie settled long enough to help me tend to the rose petal beads...
then more wild play...
and then imagination play with sticks and guns and General Custard :) and Ivan the Terrible and Al Capone.... hmmmm, methinks a bit of research is in order over the next few days....
Trev sings Bob Dylan's Blowin' in the Wind in the shower...
And we're off!
(Like a herd of turtles, as we always say...)
To the park (and to the children's museum)!
With friends. These and these.