We've had some nice summer days, so we've actually been out and about fooling around with bows and arrows, fishing, agate-hunting, gardening and so on.
John was in a play a couple weeks ago, a production of Rumplestiltskin, and he was the head gnome. The best part, I thought, was when someone onstage was taking her leave, and everyone except the gnomes says "goodbye!" in bright, cheery tones. The gnomes say nothing, because they are, according to the story, "cheerless." Except for John who, even though he knew he didn't need to, blurted out "BYE!" Obviously he felt his character would say "bye" at that point, gnome or no. Here he is, after the play, in a purposefully silly pose:
We had a bonfire on our gravel pit the other night:
On Father's Day, we went to see a baseball game. Maia wanted to get some autographs. She went over to the players but didn't have a pen. She kept handing the players her program, and they would politely look through it, then hand it back to her, which was kind of funny (especially because it seemed like the players hadn't taken the time to ever look through the program -- they spent a lot of time mocking each other's photos). Once she got the pen from John, she went back and got some autographs.