Justin got home early from work tonight. And was I ever thankful that he did. It's been raining for two days and the little fellas were getting a bit restless staying home. And by home, I mean INSIDE. Gymnastics on Tuesday was cancelled, which we probably wouldn't have been able to get there since the road was flooded. But, the boys are OUTSIDE kinda guys. They have figured out how to open the doors and have started letting themselves out and also locking me out when given the chance. There was a break in the rain and the sun finally came out right about the time daddy got home. He had some work to do outside so he took the boys with him while I fixed dinner. Dinner was yummy too...PW Meatballs, homemade marina sauce, spiral noodles, garlic cheesy bread and sweet potato fries for the boys. I was sauteing the meatballs when I saw Justin walk by the window. Without babies. The sneaky little turds wandered off and we were on the search.
We found them pretty quickly...they had taken their mow-mows around the barn and were on the outside of our apple orchard. Mowing the pasture and all the puddles they could find.
|Stockton: if you can't push it...carry it.|
|Archer: Ankle deep in a sweet muddy puddle|
|Mow mow mow the road! and the pasture! and the puddles!|
The boys have a new 'thing'. They can't stand for their hands to be dirty. It seems like I hear "HAND!" fifty million times a day. Even if it's just a speck of dirt. "HAND!" with a little hand stretched out for me to clean. Justin's mom told me he was the exact same way when he was little and that he would wear gloves all the time. Funny thing...he still wears gloves to keep his hands clean when he works outside.
|Archer: Just couldn't get past his muddy hand.|
The Stock-man was just a'mowin. Without a care in the world he was determined to cover as much ground as possible. And trust me...we covered some ground.
|Archer: still puddlin' it up...|
|Archer: Seriously mom?|
|Rebel is so pretty...she loves to roam free!|
After our adventure we headed in for a nice warm dinner. We had to change pants and sock as theirs were soaked. They enjoyed their pasta and meatball dinner along with the requested chocolate milk. Seems like there is never a dull moment anymore. Every day is a new word or phrase, a new skill, a new injury and something new to laugh at.
Love those little monsters!