Those small little blurs you see way out yonder in the field are a few of my children engaging in one of their favorite summer activities- chasing butterflies. Perhaps surprisingly, they manage to catch quite a few, too. They go out there every single day,
all summer long. It's still early in the season, so there are only the little yellow and white butterflies zipping around out there for the most part. The kids will be languidly lying about the yard, not doing much of anything, until one of them shoots up and yells, "BUTTERFLY!" All the rest then spring into action, grabbing nest and shouting "Mine! It's Mine! I saw it first!", until the butterfly is either netted or manages to fly beyond the kids' sphere of pursuit.
Here are some very bored looking children. They may possibly be on the verge of perishing from heatstroke, as well (at least, if you took their word for it.) Funny how kids are always hot, and never cold. As soon as the temperature outside hits about 55 degrees, kids are positively sweltering. They beg to be allowed to put on shorts and wear flip flops and be served popsicles. They plead for the slip-n-slide to be dragged out. Kids don't ever get cold. I've had children come inside from playing in snow, quite literally on the verge of frostbite and hypothermia, who will not admit to being cold. I pull children out of the pool in summer, purple-lipped and shivering so hard they can barely speak, who insist they are not even a little bit cold. Huh. Beats me.
I guess I'll call this photo "during", since I neglected to take a real "before" picture of our most recent renovation attempts. We will be installing a new wood burning stove against the back wall, and then laying down a wood floor to replace the old dog-and-kid defiled carpeting. I'm hoping to be done with this before the baby arrives...
Those small little blurs you see way out yonder in the field are a few of my children engaging in one of their favorite summer activities- chasing butterflies. Perhaps surprisingly, they manage to catch quite a few, too. They go out there every single day, all summer long. It's still early in the season, so there are only the little yellow and white butterflies zipping around out there for the most part. The kids will be languidly lying about the yard, not doing much of anything, until one of them shoots up and yells, "BUTTERFLY!" All the rest then spring into action, grabbing nest and shouting "Mine! It's Mine! I saw it first!", until the butterfly is either netted or manages to fly beyond the kids' sphere of pursuit.
Here are some very bored looking children. They may possibly be on the verge of perishing from heatstroke, as well (at least, if you took their word for it.) Funny how kids are always hot, and never cold. As soon as the temperature outside hits about 55 degrees, kids are positively sweltering. They beg to be allowed to put on shorts and wear flip flops and be served popsicles. They plead for the slip-n-slide to be dragged out. Kids don't ever get cold. I've had children come inside from playing in snow, quite literally on the verge of frostbite and hypothermia, who will not admit to being cold. I pull children out of the pool in summer, purple-lipped and shivering so hard they can barely speak, who insist they are not even a little bit cold. Huh. Beats me.
I guess I'll call this photo "during", since I neglected to take a real "before" picture of our most recent renovation attempts. We will be installing a new wood burning stove against the back wall, and then laying down a wood floor to replace the old dog-and-kid defiled carpeting. I'm hoping to be done with this before the baby arrives...
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