I always love being able to spend time with the little guys. I find it rather familiar. I have a gameroom full of rocky horses, train tracks, trucks, and dinosaurs; but, as you probably could guess, the boys would rather move rocks.
I had a pile of rocks in my backyard. They first put them into a cart and pushed them to one side of the yard, unloaded them, loaded them back in the cart, pushed them to the other side, and unloaded them again. They did this over and over and over. After awhile, they decided to build a mountain out of the rocks for their animal friends. They spent about an hour building the mountain. It had to be just right. It was so much fun watching them be creative with just a pile of rocks. I even offered them a snack and some juice, but they said, "No thank you." Can you believe it!? They passed up a snack for a pile of rocks! Jacob never passes up a snack. About an hour before their daddy came to pick them up, I had to bring them in. They were filthy. I put their shoes in a plastic bad with their socks. Washed their little faces and hands, and dusted off their clothes as best I could. I guess it would be good if they brought a change of clothes from now on. They had such a good time and I had a great time just sitting back and remembering when my own four boys would have spent the day doing the very same thing.
I had a pile of rocks in my backyard. They first put them into a cart and pushed them to one side of the yard, unloaded them, loaded them back in the cart, pushed them to the other side, and unloaded them again. They did this over and over and over. After awhile, they decided to build a mountain out of the rocks for their animal friends. They spent about an hour building the mountain. It had to be just right. It was so much fun watching them be creative with just a pile of rocks. I even offered them a snack and some juice, but they said, "No thank you." Can you believe it!? They passed up a snack for a pile of rocks! Jacob never passes up a snack. About an hour before their daddy came to pick them up, I had to bring them in. They were filthy. I put their shoes in a plastic bad with their socks. Washed their little faces and hands, and dusted off their clothes as best I could. I guess it would be good if they brought a change of clothes from now on. They had such a good time and I had a great time just sitting back and remembering when my own four boys would have spent the day doing the very same thing.
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