
So we play in the back yard a lot. We basically live out there once it's warm enough to run out with no shoes (and for Tommy that mean around March when there is still some snow around, but I digress... ). But tonight I just shook my head as I was picking up all the junk after everybody went to bed. I had to hurry because it was getting dark. Here is a sampling of what a mom with 5 kids finds in the yard at dusk...
*A fork
*6 shoes (a couple of them didn't even have a mate)
*5 lawn chairs (some are big, some are small)
* 2 wagons
* a shovel and 2 spades (they are "working" in their hole again)
* a notebook and feather topped pen (I'll give you two guesses who that belongs to.)
* a basketball (because it's fun to dribble in the grass)
* a bowl (I think it went with the fork)
* a scooter (again, because it's fun in the grass)
* 1 sock
* 2 t-shirts
* various faded plastic toys
I am tired. I think I'll go read my book
The Spider Catcher. It is so good! It is fiction, but I feel like I'm learning so much about Revolutionary times! It makes me want to visit Boston and Philidelphia. Is that spelled right?