The Children’s Garden at the Missouri Botanical Gardens= surprising amount of fun for all. This season, we only visited a handful of times, but each was met with such frenzied enjoyment it was all I could do to keep track of keep up with my two little monsties.
Harvest time
Luckily, this time they were somewhat more stationary when contained within the walls of an old-fashioned general store. And while Milo daintily made tea on the wood stove, Oliver pondered the meaning of life.
But don’t bother asking him what it is. Kid can’t even talk.
Me: “That is a window, not a door.”
Milo: “Well I am using this window as a door.”
Oh.
And there you have it.
I just can’t take it. Those outfits, the aprons, little Oliver with the giant spoon, and last, but certainly not least – Milo always having the answers.
Its uncle jon, logged in under aunt kelly by default. I must say that Oliver may be our favorite baby ever. You better lock him up during Thanksgiving, or we might bite those adorable cheeks