Thursday, like every other Thursday, there were three other women friends and their seven children (plus my own two, so nine children all together) at my house from about 10 till 4. I made mini-pizzas for lunch.
The kids were all down in the basement playroom and we were just getting settled into our coffee --- those of us who had schoolwork to do with our older kids hadn't started it yet --- when I heard a diesel engine idling out front and turned to see a Bobcat parked just outside my front windows. I ran out front and there was Archie the excavator, here a day early, shouting at me over the rattling engines, could we please move all our cars?
Well. No letting the kids play outside today; they'd have to make do with the basement, which turned out to be okay because it had apparently flooded to a depth of several inches with HOT LAVA THAT MUST BE AVOIDED BY STEPPING ON TOYS AND SCRAPS OF CARPET REMNANTS LEST THE HAPLESS VICTIM BE SUBJECTED TO AGONIZING TORTUROUS DEATH ACCOMPANIED BY PROLONGED SHRIEKING.
It also afforded opportunities for watching out the window. Later, when Oscar jumped up and fled his math worksheets for the third time, Hannah said to me pointedly, "Erin, you have to have recess when a dump truck arrives in your back yard." She has a point. Otherwise, why homeschool?
Wonderful pictures, Erin! I especially like the one from the rear.
Posted by: Ray from MN | 22 April 2006 at 01:28 PM