Picture doesn't do it justice, but it is the summer of black eyes. I would like to take credit, but Trev really ran into a trailer Saturday night playing tag. He has had a rough week - first the pull up bar fell while he was using it, then he was using an exercise band and it slipped and came back and slapped him in the face, then he fell out of the treehouse...I am thinking we should lock him in his room:o)
Meet Diablo II - Diablo I was quite tasty :o) Daisey visited the chicken coop and guess what happens when a chicken meets a Blue Heeler? Yup, it became a one legged chicken. I want a medal for de-feathering, dressing and frying it up :o) Move over Laura Ingalls Wilder! Did I mention Ty was so pleased to use his new BB gun to finish the poor thing off after his date with Daisey?Hmmm, Tom is really against the picture thing....Sorry for the deluge of pictures, but I have to get caught up. Chickens, black eyes, what else did he forget, oh yeah - ballerina boy, sand box fun....
The past month has been wild, but fun. Lots of baseball, lots of rain, lots of vacuuming up sand from the sandbox. Who's idea was that anyway? What was I thinking?!?! Oh, just so it is chronicled for all time, I have to mention Tom's foray into being proactive. The sandbox sand is nearly all in the vaccum and our septic tank, so he took it upon himself to buy a few bags of play sand. I didn't even nag! First, I must mention Tom is a certified construction professional and has worked for a concrete contractor allbeit 20 years ago, but he does have experience! Needless to say, his bags of "Play Sand" were.... sanded concrete! Picture Trace's morning routine: a little breakfast, a little watching Mom exercise, Big wheel around the deck, some sand time, returns for second breakfast.... So he begins what he deems a perfectly wonderful day. One breakfast down, another coming and time for a little sand action.... Poor Trace with his little shovel hammering away at his "hard sand." I just ignored his complaints (I know poor little baby with the neglectful mom who says," I am sure it's fine. You just need to hit it with your shovel. IT's only wet. Go ride your bike and then your pancakes will be ready.") Then, Tom's face went white as he rushed passed me onto the deck....I think we won't make that mistake again. Anyway, I am looking at the fact that now there is even less sand able to make it into the house, but sad Tom's proactive moment was so short lived - at least it was entertaining!
Look he's famous....NOt sure if you can make it out, but the back of Ty's baseball teams shirts say" Turner Building and Consulting"
Ty warming up...
We never said she was a light weight
At first it was fun...( see above)
Cute little chicken in the coop
The treehouse finally begins..... so far only Trev has fallen out. For the record, I am NOT happy about how high it is. Tom assured me, " Kids have been building tree houses forever and very few of them die..." I appreciated that!
Isn't he precious?
Look what Tom bought for himelf for Father's day and his birthdy and Christmas and....
The past month has been wild, but fun. Lots of baseball, lots of rain, lots of vacuuming up sand from the sandbox. Who's idea was that anyway? What was I thinking?!?! Oh, just so it is chronicled for all time, I have to mention Tom's foray into being proactive. The sandbox sand is nearly all in the vaccum and our septic tank, so he took it upon himself to buy a few bags of play sand. I didn't even nag! First, I must mention Tom is a certified construction professional and has worked for a concrete contractor allbeit 20 years ago, but he does have experience! Needless to say, his bags of "Play Sand" were.... sanded concrete! Picture Trace's morning routine: a little breakfast, a little watching Mom exercise, Big wheel around the deck, some sand time, returns for second breakfast.... So he begins what he deems a perfectly wonderful day. One breakfast down, another coming and time for a little sand action.... Poor Trace with his little shovel hammering away at his "hard sand." I just ignored his complaints (I know poor little baby with the neglectful mom who says," I am sure it's fine. You just need to hit it with your shovel. IT's only wet. Go ride your bike and then your pancakes will be ready.") Then, Tom's face went white as he rushed passed me onto the deck....I think we won't make that mistake again. Anyway, I am looking at the fact that now there is even less sand able to make it into the house, but sad Tom's proactive moment was so short lived - at least it was entertaining!
Look he's famous....NOt sure if you can make it out, but the back of Ty's baseball teams shirts say" Turner Building and Consulting"
Ty warming up...
We never said she was a light weight
At first it was fun...( see above)
I have a feeling it will never be this clean again :o)
Don't know if Tom wrote baout our stupidity...we are raising 19 chickens...
Cute little chicken in the coop
Do you think it would be wrong to keep her in here? :o)
The treehouse finally begins..... so far only Trev has fallen out. For the record, I am NOT happy about how high it is. Tom assured me, " Kids have been building tree houses forever and very few of them die..." I appreciated that!
Isn't he precious?
Look what Tom bought for himelf for Father's day and his birthdy and Christmas and....After much shame of having friend over for a warm - b-q ( the old grill only slightly warmed the food after an hour) Tom decided to go wild! I should have know it was bad when he walked in to the house and said,"Don't be mad, but..."
If your parents won't get you a sister ....well you have to work with what you've got :o)
Ty found a great big sphinx moth and now we know hwy she couldn't fly....lots of eggs and Ty returned them to a safe spot by the pond
almost stitches....Tian and Ty were play boxing and then it wasn't so pretend. Ty dodge the shot, but not the chair :o) Tian has proudly told everyone that she gave Ty a black eye though :o)
why go to a baseball game if you don't get to go to the conscession stand? That's Tian and Trace's motto :o)
If your parents won't get you a sister ....well you have to work with what you've got :o)
Ty found a great big sphinx moth and now we know hwy she couldn't fly....lots of eggs and Ty returned them to a safe spot by the pond
almost stitches....Tian and Ty were play boxing and then it wasn't so pretend. Ty dodge the shot, but not the chair :o) Tian has proudly told everyone that she gave Ty a black eye though :o)
why go to a baseball game if you don't get to go to the conscession stand? That's Tian and Trace's motto :o) 
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