a saturday morning walk to the park

 This is a bit unusual.  The kids all left to go up north with their dad to visit the grandparents.

That means the morning of the sleepover was entirely left to ME.

???

We walked up to the park, as they wished to do, and it was a meandering walk as they paused to inspect ant hills.

That's all right, just like when they asked if they could bring the light sabers along? 

Yeah. Absolutely.

 The vacant, abandoned park is not all that interesting, though they tried.

The mop of halo curls on that guy is nothing short of the angel choir.

That's the big brother.  Even without the angel choir, he's still my best guy.

And then we walked back home again.   About halfway there, the angel guy announced his legs were too tired to go on.

So he jumped up onto a picnic bench, and then on to my back, as invited.

Why is it a kid on your back feels like nothing, but a kid in the arms is a debilitating sand bag?

Anyway, he rode on my neck all the way home and we had nice, cold  Yo-J when we got there.

This little lightweight sleepover was nothing but wonderful. The time spent together, Grandpa cuddling the child to sleep.

The baths and shampoo.

The walk to the park.

All irresistible.     Thanks for being my babies, Guys.  I do so love you.  Grandma