It's quite the challenge. Dodge the sprinkler. Look for the wandering three-year-old. Chase the one-year-old wobbler. No! Don't eat that. Yes, the ants can bite. Don't squirt the wasp. Repeat and don't lose your cool. Oh, and take a few pictures in there somewhere.
But these, these are my boys. They are my heart. Dirt, tantrums, exhaustion and all.
|My Asher. Water hose loving Asher.|
|Checking on the current water flow status of his sprinkler.|
|My Elias. Who learned to dig in dirt by scooping it under |
and between his legs at rapid pace.
|This is his running face.|
|He was making a mad dash to the garage. To proclaim 'CAR! CAR!'|
over and over. And get into mischief.
|Back outside, we're running again.|
|He's serious about his sprinkler.|
|Caught me. 'No taking a picture, Mama.'|
|The only bloom left on my bush after taking the others to Cille's grave.|
|Someone wasn't following direction and almost soaked Mama's camera.|
No more water, says Mama. Life is ruined, naturally.
|It was really an obnoxious display of emotion at the time, and I was|
terribly annoyed with all his carrying on - but this photo breaks my heart.
|No good tantrum ends so soon. It must last at least 19 minutes.|