Friday marked the end of the first week of school for some of the grand kids. They have returned to scheduled bedtimes and morning routines so it seemed a nice break from the normal for us to gather at Yaya's and Papa's for dinner and hopefully some out door play with cousins. The weather has cooled some, and while 98 is much better than 116, it is still humid and hot. I must say, "thanks" to the universe for sending us a few days of rain, though. The brown patches in our lawn are closing in and the bushes have exchanged their droopy nod for a happy stance.
Bluebird wanted to set the table with what she calls "the fancy stuff." She laid out pink napkins for the girls and blue for the boys. She chose gold flatware, white porcelain dishes, plastic water goblets and decorated paper for name tags.
Not wanting to leave anyone out, she insisted that Tornado have a place setting and name tag as well.
Tornado didn't care much if he had china or Winnie the Pooh to eat from. He was much more interested in how much spaghetti he could get in his belly even though it looks like a large amount of it ended up on his face.
Whenever Clone comes to our house he follows he-man around like a shadow. It doesn't matter if he-man is sitting in his easy chair watching westerns or out in his shop making sawdust, Clone is beside him. Clone and Sci-Guy love to watch westerns with their papa. They are constantly asking him, "Who is the good guy? Who is the bad guy? Who is winning? and Why are they doing that?"
Clone perched himself on the raised foot rest of he-man's recliner while he watched the Virginian clean a dusty western town of it's even dustier out-laws.
After the good guys had once again saved Dodge City, we ventured outside, hoping it wouldn't be too hot to watch the children run off their dinner.
Isn't is funny how kids eat and run, eat and run, eat and run while adults eat and sit? Humm, something to be learned there.
After observing my daughter-in-law try to keep tabs on Tornado in our fence- less back yard, I was reminded that not all adults are retired adults who eat and sit.... some adults are quite active, especially when following the daily discoveries of curious little people.
Sunshine took my garden wagon and offered rides to any who would partake. It is always great to have Sunshine about. Not only is she funny and good natured, but she entertains the little people, allowing their parents to relax a bit from their ever-constant parenting duties.
Bluebird and Tornado were ready to ride but...
Sunshine was intent on adding more passengers.
Dreamer and Sci-Guy were not interested in wagons. They would rather climb the Magnolia which they consider to be their out door fortress.
All Little Miss Boo could do was hang out on the patio with the adults.
But after a while she made it known that she was ready to eat (and she doesn't even run around yet). But a girl has to keep her girlish curves nourished, right?
Now I know why Miss Ruth calls her little chunky puddle ducks sausage.
The evening wound down in the living room playing with tinker toys that Middle One and I had purchased at a garage sale that day...
laying on the floor watching the big game on the telly,
and giving in to the exhaustion of being with a noisy, active fun-loving family.
I hope you have a chance to enjoy the our doors without searing heat. I hope you make a special space for the ones you love. I hope you eat, laugh, play and relax this Saturday. May contentment and comfort be yours.
Bluebird wanted to set the table with what she calls "the fancy stuff." She laid out pink napkins for the girls and blue for the boys. She chose gold flatware, white porcelain dishes, plastic water goblets and decorated paper for name tags.
Not wanting to leave anyone out, she insisted that Tornado have a place setting and name tag as well.
Tornado didn't care much if he had china or Winnie the Pooh to eat from. He was much more interested in how much spaghetti he could get in his belly even though it looks like a large amount of it ended up on his face.
Whenever Clone comes to our house he follows he-man around like a shadow. It doesn't matter if he-man is sitting in his easy chair watching westerns or out in his shop making sawdust, Clone is beside him. Clone and Sci-Guy love to watch westerns with their papa. They are constantly asking him, "Who is the good guy? Who is the bad guy? Who is winning? and Why are they doing that?"
Clone perched himself on the raised foot rest of he-man's recliner while he watched the Virginian clean a dusty western town of it's even dustier out-laws.
After the good guys had once again saved Dodge City, we ventured outside, hoping it wouldn't be too hot to watch the children run off their dinner.
Isn't is funny how kids eat and run, eat and run, eat and run while adults eat and sit? Humm, something to be learned there.
After observing my daughter-in-law try to keep tabs on Tornado in our fence- less back yard, I was reminded that not all adults are retired adults who eat and sit.... some adults are quite active, especially when following the daily discoveries of curious little people.
Sunshine took my garden wagon and offered rides to any who would partake. It is always great to have Sunshine about. Not only is she funny and good natured, but she entertains the little people, allowing their parents to relax a bit from their ever-constant parenting duties.
Bluebird and Tornado were ready to ride but...
Sunshine was intent on adding more passengers.
Dreamer and Sci-Guy were not interested in wagons. They would rather climb the Magnolia which they consider to be their out door fortress.
All Little Miss Boo could do was hang out on the patio with the adults.
But after a while she made it known that she was ready to eat (and she doesn't even run around yet). But a girl has to keep her girlish curves nourished, right?
Now I know why Miss Ruth calls her little chunky puddle ducks sausage.
The evening wound down in the living room playing with tinker toys that Middle One and I had purchased at a garage sale that day...
laying on the floor watching the big game on the telly,
and giving in to the exhaustion of being with a noisy, active fun-loving family.
I hope you have a chance to enjoy the our doors without searing heat. I hope you make a special space for the ones you love. I hope you eat, laugh, play and relax this Saturday. May contentment and comfort be yours.
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