Each spring our local Reiman Gardens has a new theme.
This year: Gnomes.
Okay, really it's "A Celebration of Garden Ornamentation," but Who Cares? GNOMES GNOMES GNOMES! I never thought twice about gnomes.
Until I saw this guy:
I know. So awesome. He's the world's tallest concrete gnome! 15 feet tall! New York has one that's 13 feet tall. LAME! Ha ha New York. Suck it! Iowa rules!
I'm not saying that I want a bunch of little gnomes in my own yard, but I think I'm a little bit in love with this one. He's enough to turn anyone into a gnome convert. Don't you just want to give him a big hug and have him protect you?
While we were at the Gardens, we also took some silly pictures:
And jumped REALLY HIGH on the chimes:
And gave the levitating David Blaine a run for his money:
And balanced:
And rolled down the hill:
Peyton likes to roll all crazy and out of control and so fast it's a miracle he doesn't break something:
Ella likes to roll calmly and with great control and so slowly that she has to use her arms and legs to push her down the hill:
And they schemed about rolling into Daddy:
We also saw some unusual garden-type things:
And we saw some pretty garden-type things:
And I know my kids had a great time because every night, at bedtime, we talk about our "Best Parts and Worst Parts" of the day. Because it's a bedtime routine my mom always used to do it with my brother and me. It's important and special and I love it.
And on this night, when I tucked Peyton and Ella into their beds, Peyton said his best part was: "When we went to the Gardens. And when I rolled down the hill." And Ella said her best part was: "When we went to THE POOP GARDENS! And when I got POOP IN MY EYEBALL! And when I went POOP ON MY BUTT!" Because she's Ella.
