Over the weekend we...

Ate homemade sourdough hot cross buns... More soon...

 And went Geocaching along the Linear Trail, walking about 5 km over the course of the day...

 Spring is well and truly here, with most plants showing signs of new growth...

 It was a lovely day, until the wind picked up, and it was like icicles cutting our skin, even through jumpers... 

 It was great to get out for a walk and explore a few parts of Manhattan, KS, we haven't seen before...

We saw cyclists, joggers, and other families out walking and enjoying the lovely weather...

 Jimmy was a little inspired by the joggers and wanted to run...

 Daddy joined in...

 And then Jimmy was a little tired and distracted. Oh well, that's what the Manduca is for - tired bubba's...

We kept going, and came across Wild Cat Creek, where my camera battery decided that I had been neglecting it... Oops! So, no photos of the cool footbridge we used to get across the creek, no photos of our snacks, which included hot cross buns with butter, and no photos of my leaking water bottle... It's dead... I might have a go at fixing it... We'll see...

 On Sunday we went for a picnic at Frank Anneberg Park, with our neighbours, who also gave us a lift, and a few others. This was after staying up far too late on Saturday night setting up a tunnel extravaganza for Jimmy, which included toys, tickle grass, little pine cones, snacks, emergency exits, his "down blocks", and some coloured hard boiled eggs. It was better than it sounds. And for a few hours it was the only way to get out of our bedroom... We'll be doing it again...

Michael wanted to take some pictures of Jimmy all dressed up for the picnic (thanks for the overalls Granny!). Jimmy decided to mess with Daddy...

 Michael really does have a way with the camera and Jimmy...

 It was another windy day, possibly windier... But a good time was had by all. There was yummy food to eat, turkey vultures and Canadian geese to watch, and we even threw a frisbee around, although sometimes it just hovered, held in position by the wind... 

Jimmy checked his pockets for sand, and sure enough there was a little sand in them. He and I discussed how dirt is different from mud, and I tried to tell him that dirt is important, not "yucky" (he was still happy to play in it), but I think it's a topic we will have to revisit... Once I'm over my cold... All that fresh air and exercise... Who would have thought?