Sunday was a glorious day in New York; perfect temperature, light breeze, late enough in the year that the sun doesn't set until 8:00pm, but early enough that there are no mosquitoes. We get about a week like this around Memorial Day, and again around mid September. The rest of the year is anyone's guess.
We decamped to Prospect Park with a bunch of friends and about 50,000 other Brooklynites. To just sit on a blanket and do very little - what a luxury!
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| Gorgeous, gorgeous day |
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| We picked our turf |
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| It takes a village! |
A wedding took place outside of the Picnic House. Surrounded by BBQs and ogling strangers, it was actually really lovely. In true Brooklyn style the bride wore a pink rose covered dress and a beehive hairdo. The guests wore pink yarmulkes and- perhaps in a nod to same sex marriage? - the groomsmen wore a rainbow of yarmulkes. The whole park cheered when the bride and groom kissed.
Anyhow, back to us...
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| Bo and Max (Max, saving it for later) |
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| Morgan devoured grapes |
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| Everyone was so happy! |
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| And maybe a bit hungry |
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| As usual, Dave provided the tunes |
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| Damien and Benjamin tried to teach everyone to play baseball but Roan and Charlie kept forgetting to run to the bases after hitting the ball |
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Then there was this puddle. It was, we thought, a safe distance from us, but apparently it was a perilously close temptation for the boys. We tried to keep their attention elsewhere but they were powerless to the lure of the mud. Things got messy real quick.
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| Roan and Charlie |
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| Charlie absolutely relished in the dirtiness |
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| Charles, not so much |
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| He got into the swing of it quickly enough, though |
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| They were all so in their element |
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| Charlie went full on Lord of the flies |
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| Roan was a little less sure of the muddiness |
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| Journey back to the car, pantsless |
