Field Trip to the Swedish Museum

We went to the Swedish Museum which we've never been to, despite the fact that's only ten minutes away. The boys refused to learn some folk dances with the other kids, so we sat and watched them.
We also watched Liam practice his breakdancing, leap over our heads and then leap over Baby Eleanor. That was thrilling for Zeb and nervewracking for me.
We made midsommer crowns and then tore around the Children's museum. It was very crowded.

























We were late getting there cause we saw this guy strolling down the street. We followed him in the car for a good couple blocks.

He really looks like just a dog in this but seeing him in person, I feel fairly convinced he's at least half wild dog- no regard for people, no concern about cars, no fear at all. And in spite of being pretty roughed up, his gait was jaunty and showed no sign of injury. We call him the Coyote of Rogers Park. Or sometimes the Wolf of Rogers Park. I like to call him Mike. I think I'm in love with him.