Other than it being awfully chilly for the last Saturday of May, yesterday was an ordinary Saturday. The boys did ordinary things.
Ricky complained about doing his 6 chores. He did them and did them well…eventually.
Billy was excited to do his chores and kept asking what was next. He did his chores as well as a 4 year old can.
Rusty created his own chores. He wanted to change the sheets on his bed, too. This would have been very helpful if I hadn’t just put fresh sheets on his bed.
Tommy crawled around a lot.
Ricky collected worms outside and washed them in the dogs’ water bowl.
Billy spent as much time outside as possible. He played in “Daisy’s Forest,” swung on the new swing set, buried toys in the sandbox, and helped Poppy do his outside jobs.
Rusty tripped and bumped his way around outside all afternoon. He was splattered in the face with mud. He went down the slide. He finally came inside after one too many falls.
Tommy screamed “Da da! Da da! Da da!” at Kevin through the deck doors until Kevin finally came in and took him for a ride on the lawn mower. Tommy didn’t want me, a snack, his brothers … he could see his dad and that is what he wanted.
Ricky was busy reading a book and nearly missed his chance to take a bath.
Billy was so tired he could barely hold his head up to eat his pizza and “cabbage” (ranch dressing) for dinner.
Rusty had mystery chocolate down his back when we undressed him for his bath.
Tommy squealed and giggled at the opportunity to splash in the tub.
Then they all went to bed. Without complaint. And slept all night long. And woke up around 6:30 am.
Pretty ordinary.