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Between Winter And Summer





(Charlie and Jack- March 2010)


Spring weather in Utah is bipolar.  One day it's beautiful and sunshiny, and the next, it's a blizzard.  We don't put the sleds away until we know for sure that Summer is right around the corner.  And dresser drawers are doubled up with both winter and summer clothing.

Pictured above:  This happens to be a really fun way to try to break a bone or two.  The boys jump from the neighbor's picnic table, onto an obstacle course made of sleds, hoping to avoid the football. 


I thought about telling them to stop.  But I didn't.  And if you know how much of a "don't do that!", "stop that!" "you're going to kill yourself!" kind of mom I am, you will be proud that I refrained.

Comments

brooke said…
Love how creative little boys are. I've been sending Ryan outside by himself to play in the backyard. I'm THAT mom...hoping he doesn't kill himself or wander into the front. So kudos for not stoping them on the tramp. Sometimes we have to let them be little boys.

As for Jack--he is the cutest thing ever and savor every minute with that darling little boy. I'm glad you made him give you 10 hugs and I love his pants on backward. I left the house with my maternity pants on backward yesterday--that's how ill fitting they are. I had to return home and fix them. It is a cuter look on Jack.
HAPPYHANERHOME said…
We got accident and dismemberment insurance this year...just sayin.
Deby said…
Love the creativity of the obstacle course! Boys are so different from girls. Reminds me of when Logan tried riding his trike down the stairs.

Totally understand the weather too. Yesterday it snowed all morning and by the afternoon I was in a t-shirt. Go figure.

Just make sure you have your insurance cards handy. :)
Neva said…
I'M SO PROUD OF YOU FOR NOT YELLING AT THEM AND LETTING THEM BE BOYS
You are not the only ones who notice having bi-polar weather. We are having similar problems. For instance, it is really beautiful upper 80's degree today (Monday). And now I was told it is supposed to rain on Wednesday.

I enjoy watching the children creating their playground. I do that a lot with my kids, but of course I try hard not to " don't do that", etc. I'm proud of you for refraining to see these statements.
grandma jojo said…
proud of you!

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