So the natives are getting restless. Sure it is the January thaw and daytime temperatures really aren’t that bad, but our backyard is one big mud puddle and they are just getting over ear infections and Ricky has inherited his father’s cold. Perhaps one other excuse for me keeping them indoors is that I am enjoying sitting these days and nothing in that mud puddle even romotely resembles my Lazy Boy. Anyway, today to help them with their need to be active, I pulled out the indoor sandbox. (Technically, this also helps with food storage rotation) It is a big cake pan filled with old beans and macaroni. They had a great time digging and driving cars through the beans and it satisified them for a good hour. I did forget one thing though, that I had to correct early on. When my boys play in the regular sandbox, the bathtub, the snow, anything with a bucket, they find great pleasure in dumping a bucket full of whatever they are playing in onto their brother’s head. I caught Ricky mid-dump and watched a bit closer after that!
Tonight we needed an outing so Kevin and I took the boys’ to a Junior Varsity Basketball game at my old high school. My mom is the head ticketmaster for these events and the boys love seeing her more than watching the game. We had stopped for fast food so we could eat while we watched and at one point Kevin had Billy on his lap, a box of fries in his hand, and Ricky standing in front of him talking. Somehow, Kevin saw a stray ball about to get Ricky in the head and using his Dad Powers, deflected the ball with the box of fries! The shower of fries was beautiful!
At these events, when you buy your ticket, you get your hand stamped so you can come and go as you please. With my mom in charge, she likes to stamp the boys’ hands twice for fun. Billy kept calling them his “stickers” and pointing to them on his hands.
Here’s Ricky showing off his “stickers” too.
And both boys are in dire need of haircuts! This makes for excellent bed head on Billy. You can see it in some of these pictures. It doesn’t seem to matter if I wet it down and comb it, once its there, the bed head stays until his next time sleeping. I’d cut his hair myself but he HATES it, so I may break down and take him to my stylist tomorrow. Ricky is just waiting for Grandmama to have time take him on their regular date to the barber. His isn’t long enough for the really good bed head yet . . .