Indian Summer.

It never fails.  We always get a cold snap here in Wisconsin, when we all grumble at mean ole’ Jack Frost who is knocking at our door.  And then….duh duh duh DAAHHH….Indian Summer arrives!

And this is how we celebrate.

We Hug. 

Then we ride.

Sometimes we forget to stay on the concrete.

Then we climb.

And when we get stuck, mom takes a picture instead of helping.

We get a fat-lip at the park when we fall off the swing after swinging on our belly instead of our butts!!!!!!!

We snack.

We practice diapering our baby…I didn’t encourage this, she laid the baby down by herself.  I snapped a quick picture before she swooped her up.

We play King Kong.

And we shout with Glee.
   

Thank you for visiting, Indian Summer.  We will miss you this winter.