Tulip Festival

We met Tysen and her kids at the Tulip Festival the one day this week that was nice enough to be outside.  (I am really sick of cold weather.)  The children were wild, running off and away from me.  In fact, Blythe got so far ahead, Brandt begun asking people we passed if they had seen his sister.  They rolled down hills, they fed the fish, and Brandt tromped through a stream.

Blythe is pouting, but I don't know why.