A little baseball action, with fierce pitching skills by little Micah and excellent batting form from Mr. Griffin and Mr. Hagen, obviously.
There’s a group we like to call “the interns” of younger (closer to my age than the rest of the neighborhood, but we pretend like I’m older for some reason?) folks who hang out with us sometimes too. This is Intern Ian playing frisbee with what I can only assume was someone very short. Either that or throwing frisbee in this squatty position was another part of the weird game they were playing wherein they could only throw and catch a football with their elbows in at their hips. Why did I not take a picture of that?
More fun I didn’t get pictures of: finding a giant frog and catching it (turns out giant frogs urinate very very much when feeling threatened,) the “can you eat that chunk of watermelon in 30 seconds without utensils?” wager, and so much more. There are several houses in our neighborhood for sale, if you’re jealous. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, right?