Saturday night was spent visiting with great friends, enjoying good food and drink, as we shared our tales of woe from the work week. The kids had given up on us and headed outside to entertain themselves. No problem. More peace and quiet for us.
Big mistake on my behalf.
I had no idea what my kids could come up with in a pinch.
I thought I’d better pretend to be a good mom and check up on the kids. After all, they kinda are my responsibility, right?
They were easy to locate….even in the dark…..while playing tag. Except for Alex.
Question: Where is Alex?
Answer: Climbing the house
Sure enough, I look up by my front door and see Alex climbing up the brick wall.
The crevice between the front door and the bay window is where I found the boy. Did you know he was Spiderman? Me neither.
I have no pictures to prove it as I was too busy yelling at him to get down.
Katie then piped up and said that he’s done this before. Oh good grief.
Resume playing SAFELY.
I return a bit later to find that Katie has created new uses for pool toys.
Poor Catlan. Locked up by a chick. And an older one to boot.
So he got her back. Stick her in the wheelbarrow and haul her off to places unknown.
And here you were thinking this post would be about the little ones, huh?