This past week, I got around to tackling the bushes near the large, lovely boulder near the bottom of our yard. As I worked, all of a sudden the boys started squealing with delight over their new "mountain" that I had uncovered. It is actually a very cool rock, with little divits and gullies where the rain has eroded it, narrow pathways just the right size for little boys to climb through and hide behind. And even a little outcrop that begged to be ridden as an imaginary horse (or giraffe, in Jack's case, and a whale, in Thomas's).
It was really fun to see them playing on the boulder almost like they would a play structure at a park. And here it's been sitting in our backyard all this time, waiting to be uncovered. It didn't even cost me anything except for a little elbow grease!
In other news, Peter has become quite the contortionist. His feet are in mouth whenever he gets the chance, and socks last about a minute before he yanks them off and sucks on them. He looks like he's bending himself in half to reach those toes -- it's funny! He's also rolling all over the place, including under chairs and coffee tables, and in the middle of whatever Jack and Thomas are doing, which sometimes results in exasperated cries of "Peeeeter!" from the boys. Oh yes, this little man is definitely going to keep his big brothers on their toes.
It's off to work he goes.
The boys waaay down at the bottom of the yard.
Jack takes this rock for a spin.
Little mountain goats.
Feet, glorious feet!
1 comment:
Talk about pioneer woman. The back yard, as Dad has said before, is a wonderous trekking place. You have worked so hard to make it safer for you and the boys, great job.
Love to all
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