...but with his cousin's here he's kinda been busy. Really, they all have been busy. I've just been the referee. We've had issues of 'that's mines!' and 'it's my turn!' and some certain individual words that have popped up more than I'd like to hear, like, 'don't!' and 'stop that!'. For the first week and a half Wyatt was still in his no-sleepin-during-nap-time phase which made the days dark and gruesome (for everyone). His poor cousins got the brunt of his grumpiness and I had to intervene and reap that bushel of dealing with him after consequences had been enforced. In this past week, he's actually slept during nap time and it has made a world of a difference in the evenings and consequently the mornings.
Those kids! They've grown up outside and would rather be there than any other place. Through the cold mornings, rainy days, and hot sun they have spent every spare moment outside. By 9 a.m. each of them have hands caked in dirt and mud, hair speckled with dry grass and peppered with dirt. Their faces are dirt-smudged and their ears are the catch-all for anything airborn. Somewhere, this past week, they found a paintball in the yard from the neighbor kid. Naturally, one of them had to pick it up and squeeze it. Splat! Bright sky blue paint spattered all over Addyson's upper body! There's been fights and arguments and kiss-ups:
Like I said, they've been busy! They've scattered bricks all over the yard, only to turn around, draggin the big red muck bucket to pick up all the bricks. They tell me they were pickin up horse poop.
At one time, they chose a brick, and pretended it was their baby. I found that baby in the swing:
These bricks here in a pile were at one time all dumped in my flower bed.
The poor hosta took a beatin:
I know they'll survive but they look pretty mauled.
The kids tried to handle the wheelbarrow. That didn't work out so easy for them.
In this first picture the rubber tire Addyson is holdin is Buster's chew toy which he never chews on. It became her baby one day. It went with her everywhere!
Most the bricks ended up in the big trash can:
The yard now looks like this:
A messy yard means happy kids:
He is happy, he just had sun in his eyes:
And happy kids mean happy dogs:
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