Tulips

Last night we went to a tulip festival. This is something that I've wanted to do for the last ten years or so, but we've never gone. Since this is our last summer in this state, we're trying to do all those things that we haven't done yet.

Phoebe was delighted by all the pink tulips. I think she must have inherited whatever dormant girliness I may have possessed. Also, this is the only picture I took of the tulips. While they were lovely and there were many, many different colors and varieties, it seems I prefer taking pictures of my children.

Here the kids were enjoying the view of the gardens from a hill. Just before this picture Phoebe took a tumble while running. Shortly after this picture she took a much worse tumble while climbing over a short wall. That was followed by me running at top-speed to find ice, both boys running after me yelling "Mommy! Slow down!" and "Mom, I didn't know you could run this fast!"

I found a groundskeeper and asked where I could find ice. While I was running, he got in his cart and drove ahead. When I reached the building, he was waiting for me with a cup of ice. Then, in limited English, he told me he would drive us back in his cart. We climbed in and I held the boys tight on my lap as we drove back to Phoebe and Bryan, and we went fast. So fast, in fact, that I was afraid we might all be thrown out. The boys laughed and squealed the whole time and declared that riding in the gardening cart was by far the best part of the outing.

We held the ice on her head for some time. Phoebe seems to fine now, although she fell a third time after we got home, so she may end up with bruises on both sides of her head. And then Cooper fell. Yesterday was not a great day for coordination at our house.