Hot Saturday Night!

My Sweet Honey spent the day fishing with the two older boys. I got custody of and quality time with the two younger boys. We cleaned, grocery shopped, colored, visited a doctor for one of them...it was a great day. Then Sweet Honey gets home with my other two babies (sunburned from a day of unprotected skin on the ice and snow) and they let me know that he and the oldest one are going to have a 'man movie' in the living room. No problem, it's Lord of the Rings and I've already walked out on that once during my marriage, so it's not a temptation to intrude on Man Time. The younger three boys claim the office for a viewing of one of the Star War movies. (Truly, I don't care which one it was, not one of them interest me no matter how hard I try.)

Now, my options are limited. All TV's are in use. All books are read. So, I did what any mother could do when baned to her room for the night. First, I nap and then I spent the night watching CMT. It's been an awfully long time since I waisted a couple hours watching music videos! Turns out,...I must get a life!

"Go That Way Fast"

"Go fast, that way" were the instructions Dallen received from his brothers when they taught him to ride a two wheeler two summers ago. Now, fast forward to two days ago. Dallen was again on his bike and big brother Carson felt he could now play with the big boys. So, Carson took his skateboard, and Dallen (on Dallen's bike) to the top of the little hill straight out from the house. Carson laid down on the skateboard (on his belly) and somehow held on the to back of Dallen's bike. Then he gives Dallen the ill-fated instructions to "Go Fast, That Way (and then adds) And Don't Stop". Anyone who knows my baby knows that he is obedient. So Dallen heads down the hill as fast as he can. Carson starts out OK but then the skateboard flys out underneath him. At this point we aren't sure WHY Carson didn't let go, but needless to say...Dallen kept going, dragging the big brother behind him. We now have a very big, very owie road rash seven year old.
Side note...Garrett watched the whole thing, then walked the screaming crying Carson home. However, he would not carry the skateboard because, "It wasn't my idea Mom." So, Carson had to carry home his own skateboard. It makes you almost want to tear up with emotion at the tenderness my boys display for one another. Enjoy the good weather friends!