The boys were both sick over the weekend. Connor with pneumonia, Grant with croup.
We did get out for a little while Sunday night and the boys enjoyed bubbles. Connor blew through a whole bottle, and Grant mostly tried to make bubbles come out of the wand by spitting at it.
My dear ankle-injured husband would have you ignore the height of the grass. I am confident he will be mowing soon. Notice Truman, our wild jungle-dog.