There is never a time where it is wise to let your child go unattended to a neighbourhood garage sale with a cool five bucks in his pocket just waiting to be spent. Never. If going to a garage sale must be done, it is always an adult supervised event. Otherwise, said child may come home with two grocery bags full of ratty old shirts, another grocery bag of broken down toys, two cell phone cases for you and your spouse, and a present just for you. Anyone want it? The faster I get it out of sight, the faster he’ll forget about it.
School’s out! The kidlings are home for the summer (except for a brief stay in camp) and the general feeling is one of emancipation. Today’s frivolities consisted of a picnic breakfast, bike riding, bike fixing, skateboarding, golf practice, watermelon slurping, freezie headaches, strawberry chomping, and sand dumping. Sand dumping, you say? Oh, you don’t know what that is? They say pictures are worth a thousand words…
Notice the form – how Titus holds his shirt open for maximum sandification, how Ethan has to get on tiptoe just to be able to lift the shovel high enough to pour it through the neck hole. Here is another example.
What Caleb is demonstrating here is known as the pail dump, or the solo sand dump. Technique is especially difficult to master, as the shirt needs to be held open and the bucket of sand must be dumped at exactly the same time.
This may motivate me to put a little bit of structure into their summer. Maybe something along the lines of bootcamp?
My boys, doing their best impressions of birds. And yes, it looks much scarier in real life than the picture. No broken bones yet, thank goodness. Or stitches, so far. Well, this year at least!
This leg is a great representation of all six such appendages belonging to my sons. Battered, bruised, and scraped has become the new “it” accessory for summer. The polysporin and band-aids have been disappearing as rapidly as I bring them into the house, and our new family motto is “Tough it out.” Of course, anyone below the age of five is exempt and has the freedom to wail for a short time before I get annoyed and resort to said motto.
Titus has started something new these last few weeks. Whenever he injures himself in some grievous fashion, he starts to call out for whichever parent is not around. Needless to say, I’ve been hearing “Daddy!” quite a bit around the house. If Luke is around, he will get “Mommy!” sobbed into his ear while tending each scrape. I guess we all want what we can’t have!
Hey, hey, hey (the kids have been watching Fat Albert quite a bit lately)! Yes, I’ve changed my blog server. Quite frankly, I had been getting more than a little upset with Blogger, so I decided to make the big move to WordPress. Hopefully the problems I was having over there will just *poof* and I will be forever happy with things over here. Make sure you change any links or bookmarks.
