All dressed up and somewhere to go

Turns out that, now that we can go out, we’re figuring out how painful it is to take E, a frantic, maniac 3.5 year old, to a lot of places. I’ve decided we should just have dinner in a giant paddock and let him run.
Both kids have new hats, which A is modelling here, thanks to J’s braving the shops with them while I was at work.