We did our lessons on the front porch one lovely morning
and Charlie kept busy parking the tractors.
Saying 'cheese' with a fudgecicle
Fudgecicles always remind me of swimming lessons at the Y when I was a kid.
For a quarter we could get one out of the vending machine.
So yum.
Charlie also enjoys playdough while I formally educate his brothers.
Hammer, hammer.
Reuben loves to pick from the garden.
Can you guess what he is harvesting?
Our crop of rainbow carrots.
Orange, purple, yellow, and white.
Our first trip to Turkey Run since I don't know when.
Checking out the water under the suspension bridge.
A sassafras snack
I am the funnest mom ever!
Funnest!
And he has a sweet face.
This week's history lesson was about Mary, Queen of Scots whose husband tried to kill her so he could be king and when she fled to England hoping her cousin, Mary Queen of England, would help her, Mary had her beheaded. Huh.
So in response, Peter painted plaid fabric...
...to make his own Scottish kilt.
So sorry about your pyscho family, Mary, but we enjoyed the project.
In order to balance out the times when my boys wear skirts,
I allow feats of wrestling to keep them tough and manly.
I allow feats of wrestling to keep them tough and manly.
I missed it when Charlie jumped in...
...but here's the swollen eye as a result.
I offered a little sympathy,
but not enough to weaken him.
He'll be wiser, quicker, smarter for the next wrestling match.
What have I become?
A mother of boys.
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