We have these little tabs that change your bath water different colors. Yesterday, I made the boys' bathwater yellow, and they splashed happily for a time. After awhile I thought I would tease Sebastian about the color of the water, so I said, "Sebastian! Did you pee in the bathtub?!"
Without even looking up he said, "Yup."
I guess that was a silly question to ask a four-year-old boy, potty trained or not.
This is what it looks like when your dad has an awesome lawnmower (which he has already had to fix three time).
This is what it looks like before a mud run.
And this is what your team looks like after the mud run is over.
This is what it looks like when too many kids try to ride the tricycle at the same time.
This is what it looks like when the tornado sirens go off on the way to soccer practice. (Please note the NOAA radio, the iPad tuned into a local weather station, and the scattered boxes of raisins that were intended as a team snack. Missing in this picture is the Gatorade stain that was the obvious result of allowing Sebastian to drink something red on the carpet.)
And finally, this is what it looks like when you have the world's cutest baby.
Ever since we moved in, we've had a hard time keeping our children from digging in the backyard. Isaac and I are not completely opposed to the kids playing in the dirt, but Sebastian liked to pick random places in the middle of the yard. A friend of mine loaned us this ladybug sandbox, which the kids loved, but as you can see, it's kind of a one-kid thing. I'm not exaggerating when I say that all four of the older kids tried to fit into it at once.
So I found some plans online, and we got a pile of wood.
We also had to buy a couple of power tools, which is awesome. I've been dreaming up new projects to use them on ever since. I did a lot of sanding, and I painted on the seal, but Isaac pretty much did everything else.
It fits our family much better.
Almost every day after school Sebastian runs outside and sits in the sandbox. Sometimes he builds sandcastles, sometimes he tunnels, and sometimes he just sits, letting the sand run through his fingers. One time I stepped outside to check on him, and I didn't see him, so I called his name. His little voice answered from inside the sandbox's closed lid. He was just lying there relaxing. Anyway, he doesn't dig up the yard anymore. Much.
I am a relatively boring individual who enjoys being lazy, daydreaming, and avoiding housework. I've got a great husband, a sassy-but-sweet little girl, two little boys who both want to grow up and be Batman, and a baby. We stay busy.