We took the kids to take pictures in the bluebonnets. We do this every year. When it was over, I realized that John is in a non-cooperative stage of life as far as pictures are concerned... and a bunch of other things as well. We got a a lot of pictures, most were funny, one had everyone looking at the camera and a lot were no good, but a lot were really funny and funny is important.
At one point John closed his eyes and looked up at the sky in his act of quiet defiance and rebellion. Every time I look at the picture it makes me giggle. After we took the pictures we took Emma to play at the playground and John to look at a military fire truck that happened to be at the park for an event. John sat in the drivers seat and walked around the truck and about a million times. He was in love. Serious love.
Emma was having a grand time herself at the park. There is a huge rock structure for kids to climb on. At the peak, it is probably 6.5 feet tall. She would climb up and jump off for Aaron to catch her. She has to fear because it isn't as though Aaron was standing at the base to catch her. She was taking a big leap out to him. It is strong evidence that Emma has a good amount of Russell genes.
Overall, the playground and fire truck made up for the fact that we tortured the kids with pictures.
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