Every once in a while, Kevin & I like to redneck it up for the weekend. Keeps us humble, we thinks.
It started off completely innocent, with all of us relaxing and listening to speakers from some of our church leaders right from our living room. Spiritual enlightenment always seems better with good food, am I right? And you can bet we had plenty! I even bought some SODA! Hansen’s cane sugar soda that is. Even then, my children each gasped when I brought them out. It was the good kind of dramatic.
The kids spent the time rummaging through some old board games and begging us parents to join in. I don’t know if I should be proud or concerned that Ethan totally beat me in chess. Twice.
After that, we announced that it would teach said children responsibility and ownership and all that if they gave Dora a haircut. Dora’s our dog by the way. Like the explorer. Only not hispanic. Or human.
After 10 minutes, the children were “exhausted” and Kevin was left as the backup hairstylist.
It was when Dora was between scruffy-stage & mangy-stage that we all realized Lydia’s soccer game started in 15 minutes.
We all hastily piled into the van.
Including Dora.
After that we snuggled into our sleeping bags in the treehouse and went to sleep.
And after that I snuck back into my house to my nice, warm bed.
The least redneck thing we did this weekend?
We got more chickens! Cutest things ever they are!
I’m sorry, but I think the wheel barrow fire is brilliant! Your chickens are adorable (they kind of look like ducks from above — I guess it’s been a while since I’ve seen chickens at this stage). While we don’t have a treehouse, my kids would be hard pressed to get me to sleep anywhere except my bed when we’re home. I have a wonderfully comfortable bed for a reason. And don’t you just love General Conference weekend? There was so much to chew on. So many wonderful messages. But, man, I hope I never make Elder Perry angry! Whew! Can that man call a people to repentance with fire and brimstone or what? And President Uchtdorf’s talk? So much to love in that.
Now I’m rambling. Sorry. It sounds like a wonderful weekend to me. Best wishes for a wonderful week.
I wanna see a picture of the treehouse… please ma’am.