fall break: day five
Imagine you are a small boy. It's Friday, late morning, and your dad has taken the day off work. A giant dump truck appears on your street, stopping directly in front of YOUR house. Your parents scurry you out of the way as the truck "beep beep"'s its way into your driveway, and then drops an enormous pile of dirt. Brother beats you to the top, and by the time you catch up he reaches to wrestle you down the dirt. THIS is the high life.
One huge pile of dirt from Dad outdoes an entire week of planned fun from Mom. Irrevocably confirming Papa's longheld theory about the best toy in the world. I'm definitely a believer.
Tomorrow's agenda: 500 wheelbarrow loads to the backyard. And lots of cursing. The little boys may be excited about the pile, but the big boy only sees work.
The big girl? Well, she sees a garden.
Special thanks to SDC for dirt. Super special thanks to Jim for labor. As he was carving away at the pile tonight, I yelled out a "do you love me?", half expecting him to simply flip me off (just keeping it real). He didn't smile, but did reply with: "a ton"...then smartly corrected himself: "many yards". Because that's how you measure dirt. And I'm proud to be an Eight Yard Wife.
Reader Comments (14)
I remember toting wheelbarrows of sand and stuff back to the backyard. Great childhood memory--your boys just need to be a little bigger to be allowed to "help" more!
And that last line cracked me up "And I'm proud to be an Eight Cow Wife." So great!
Thanks,
erin
Your week with your boys is so darn cute and fun, I was getting all choked up and sentimental with each new day and activity. Wish I could be there!