Okay, so it's not raining lemons. It's sleet comin down in bucketfuls from the sky! The deck looked like this at 11:20 a.m. today:
In the early to late afternoon the kids made the most of it by doin what? Yeah, they were outside. Wyatt cried and Abigail turned very sneaky when we wanted them to come in each time to warm up.
Abigail had Wyatt's new fishin pole and every time she cast it Wyatt and Buster and occasionally Prix would run to get the fish. There was lots of giggling, slidin, and fallin.
Wyatt nearly had his face scraped off a few times from Buster leaping into the air. *Watch the posted videos to see how I'm a class A redneck mom laughin at my son almost losing his scalp. Sorry, but it was funny! He didn't get hurt so there's nothin wrong with laughin! It makes him tough!
This is what the back deck looked like minutes ago:
With a full belly of vegetable/beef stew this kid was content to roll around in the sawdust and chew on sandpaper while we hung out in the garage with Uncle Mike and Aunt Dee.
This is the front yard:
If I had taken a picture while it was still light out you would see that it looks like it's only sleeted on our yard and the road and driveways. You see, every one else is pretty stingy about people steppin in their grass...but not us! Nope! We've got a charred circle smack in the middle of the yard where the fire pit has been burnin the past couple of months. We've got a low depression up by the door that the dogs continually scratch and open up to lay in when it's hot. We've got roots from the maple that keep bowin up all over. I swear the tree tries to trip you with those roots. It's her way at gettin back after all the late nights.
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