Sunday, August 16, 2009

One Day...



One day I will not have to navigate around Rescue Heroes, Legos, Tinker Toys, cars, and trucks to arrive at my seat on the couch



And I won't have to put furniture to cover bad paint touch up jobs that are covering the wayward crayon marks



Or glass missing from my new furniture from another little boy's elbow during a spinning marathon




And I'll have equipment that hasn't been sliced by a little boy with an Indian arrowhead that Nana and Papa gave him



And lamps, fully intact.



But today is not that day.


And for that, I am grateful.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Slaps


The game of slaps...it must be a rite of passage for every little boy.

Here's Josiah and Daddy. Daddy's gonna take it easy on my runt; he's three after all.

And he loves this game; he usually just spins his arms around wildly so he won't get the big slap, but Daddy always gets him anyway.




Then there's Levi.

The kid-who-likes-no-pain inexplicably loves this game.



He laughs so hard he can hardly stand up.



And then goes back for more.


Most of the fun is in the anticipation....



Ha! Daddy missed that time!


And then he got ya!


Hey, Taterbug! What do you think of all this?