Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Some days are more black and white than others. Today is not one of those days.
The sun is shining as hard as it knows how to, baking everything it can reach its rough edged rays around. The kids had already been both in and out of the kiddie pool by 10:45 this morning, having accidentally missed our morning walk (um, "accidentally"), we had to kill the morning time hours somehow. With temperatures getting close to 100 by this afternoon, I knew we'd have to be hiding in the shelter of the house before lunch time.
Days like this make me long for days like last week. The chance-of-storms-everyday, kind of days. The no-need-for-sunglasses-because-you've-got-constant-cloud-cover, kind of days. Where are those days hiding, I wonder? I wish they'd hurry back.
Actually, I'll just show you?
Days like this...
They pound plastic nails, they twist colorful screw drivers, and they spend much needed one on one man-time together. What could be better?
And while Big Sister tried to get in on the action, she found herself playing with a single action figure in the grass all alone. Sometimes boys need to be boys, Miss Eleanore- be patient, your turn will be here before you know it.
See. The boys couldn't hammer and build forever, now could they? According to Daddy, hes been working on doing hand stands at the gym. Lets see who can hold theirs the longest.
Now that you're all good and light headed...
(I love this man).
Charlie recently got a new slide, and he loves it. It took him all of 5 minutes to get the hang of it, loving is so much that he woke up the next morning calling out "slide slide slide" from his crib.
"Its 6:30 in the morning Charlie, not right now", I replied to him as I sleepily pulled him out from underneath his yellow train blanket.
If he could, he'd go up and down this thing all day and all night. Even though the ride is short and smooth, it never seems to get old.
Unfortunately, the slide is too small for Sister, so you can imagine the jealousy that comes along with that. I do remind her of her play house though, that she got when she was Charlie's age. The same playhouse that is the center of their universe when they're let loose in the back yard. The playhouse that her and her imaginary friends call home.
While Charlie is sliding and Elie kicks around a ball, the winds start to pick up. The air drops at least ten degrees in temperature, maybe more, and a glance at the sky casts a dark shadow over all of us.
Time to put away those toys babies, and head inside before the rain drops start their drop attack. March, march, march...
And lets hope for another black and white day soon.