To Longwood. Land of fish. And fountains. And more fountains. And maybe some more fountains. And Dexter asked why there were so many fountains at Longwood. Seriously, child? Are you complaining? Oh, yeah. There might be some flowers thrown in there, for good measure.
And then, as we were walking out in the far far reaches of the garden, stuck by Dexter's favorite goddamn fountain, wet stuff started falling from the sky. And soon things looked like this:
Bite me, Weather Channel
Some older couple with an umbrella was walking behind me, and the guy commented "Why isn't that little boy wearing his hood?" Which, 1) Why do you give a damn, really, and why would you say something, next to that little boy's mother? And also, 2) Have you ever tried putting a hood on a kid who doesn't want to wear his hood? Much less an Autistic kid? It's 70 degrees out. If he chooses to get his head wet, more power to him.
Dexter managed to see his favorite Italian Water Garden fountains before it started raining. Hmmm. Wonder why there's so many fountains at Longwood, boy who has watched these fountains intently for a good three years?
Searching for more fish to feed our bread to. No fish in the big lake. Just angry geese.
Cherry trees are pretty even in the rain
As are the tulips. But I didn't get a chance to go to my favorite tulip location. Too rainy.
We had to take refuge inside. Some fountain chasing had to be done.
At least the sun was smiling inside. Dexter? Not so much with the smiling.
And getting both kids to look at the camera, never mind smile, was impossible.
But this baby? She's easy, on her own. Smile? Sure thing!
Dex just wanted to play with bubbles. Again.
I only had to save Erin from imminent, head-crashing death once today. Not bad.
Blurry, terrible, but the best picture I have of Erin playing with water fountains.
She sits still and is FAR easier to photograph than her brother.
Except for the wompi faces. I blame teething.
Yeah. He still does this.
Yeah. He's still cute.
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