It all started with a book- as most things do. Bear has been quite enthralled with the Berenstain Bear books this summer (I go back and forth over whether I like them or not, but as a child I adored them)- in particular, "The Bear's Picnic". So one evening, he dressed like a bear
and easily convinced us to have a picnic supper. Dinners are laid back (usually late!) affairs in the summer, consisting of some hybrid meal of garden vegetables, or our other current staple- peanut butter and jelly sandwiches AND popcorn. So that's just what I made. Champ added some pizza to the mix and we had ourselves a picnic.
Unlike in the book, we had no trouble finding our perfect spot. There were no bees to sting us and no family reunion folk crashing our digs.
We even had shelter in case it rained, but sunshine and cricket songs prevailed.
So we ate (perhaps some Nutella was on his sandwich...) and played. Then played some more and called it a mighty fine picnic.
And that right there is what summer memories are made of.