Bubbles and baseball

We have a constant outside companion these days: bubbles. The bubble machine goes on the second we step into the backyard, and the boys insist on leaving it on the entire time we're outside.

These are from last Saturday morning after we got home from Steph's birthday breakfast:

Although Grant would typically prefer sticking his face up to the bubble machine and letting them pop in his hair and on his cheeks, he has fun running after them, too:

He got a little distracted by Ryan's gardening gloves, but then realized they made bubble-popping even easier:

Reid spends half his time carrying the bubble machine from the grass, to the picnic table, to the water table, to the sandbox... and the rest, running wild through the yard and trying to catch the bubbles:

The bubbles usually seem to hold Reid's interest for much longer than Grant's. By this point, G had moved on to more manly pursuits:

There's always something fun to do outside!