Yesterday, we spent an hour at the park with Gram and her friend Kay. The kids played on playground equipment for the first time in a looonnng time. Then they ran, and ran, and ran. And, then they played pickleball. I was so bummed I didn't have my camera with me. Eliza is totally lost with a racquet in her sweet little hands. Unfortunately for her, I think she has inheirited the athletic ability of her mother. Marshall started to get the hang of it, though. And Jameson just sat there bundled up on Gram's lap, bewildered - seriously, it was like he had no idea what the outdoors is.
Today, we just stayed in our own backyard. Marshall is my budding photographer and he took a few pictures. He really wanted you to see them.
Please do not pay attention to: (fact #1) our garden boxes never got cleaned out. Oops. Yeah, there are still corn stalks in them. and carrots down in that dirt. and tomato cages still up. we have a clean house though. m'kay? told you we aren't perfect; and (fact #2) Jameson is outside in 35 degree weather with no socks on and no hat or coat, and he has a horrible cold. He and I were only out there for two minutes to kill a bee and take these pictures (did you catch that Dad? your daughter killed a bug). Don't tell DHS about my neglect of Jameson. m'kay? It's our secret. Although my BFF is a foster family now so my kids could go live with the Richters; and they would be so happy.
Anyway . . . here is what the kids do on a cold sunny day. Because I know I said before, "out we go" even though it is 35 degrees. Well, maybe that wasn't exactly right. Out they go is more like it.
|So cold there is ice on the sandbox|
|Um, not so sure what this is. Strike a pose guys|
|Check out Eliza's tongue. This means she is thinking. It is a Compton-thing attributed to Great Stuart. Sticking out your tongue when you think hard. Totally not a West thing.|
Marshall has learned how to push Eliza on the swing. This might not seem like a huge milestone to you. But it is to me when I'm in the warm house with J-babe. And, they can play outside without me needing to put Jameson in the Ergo on my back so that I can push the swing and have Jameson attack me and pull my hair while he's back there. Yay, Marshall!