Child's Play ♡

Once the roads were passable, we went to fetch Hunter and Chloe. Lots of excitement at their temporary digs, as it was closing day on the new home they'd return to, at the end of our visit. Mom remained for a few more days, till electricity was restored to the lake house. It was kind of like "The Waltons", around here. Smile.

Boundless energy and endless nutrition requirements kept us a-hoppin'. Hey, I lost three pounds in a week and ate "real" ice cream to do it. You get the gist... and I'm not complaining. Goes to show you how (grand)parenthood-done-right eliminates the need for gyms and zumba classes.

Like Tiggers, they bounced from artwork to biking to swimming to show-time to piano/djembe to batter-batter-batter to more swimming to fighting to making up to iPad games to talking, talking, talking to old Fisher-Price toys to... is it bath-time, yet? Whew! 

Though I dislike being gender-specific, I must say that the boys know their baseball, calling balls and strikes almost perfectly. They pitched well to each other, before the girls left artwork behind to add a tad of shrillness to the stadium's atmosphere. Hunter whacked a couple of Gavin's pitches and then cheered loudly for Gavin, when his hit was lost in the woods, never to be found.

When little, Brian, Christian and Cousins Kim and Vicki were famous for their "shows". They'd invite the neighbors, sell tickets, and (sort of) dance and sing, wearing matching costumes that yours truly hand made. Seems that this generation enjoys the theater, as well. This time, though, they really performed  "The Three Little Pigs". Aubrey was the Big Bad Wolf, and... well... see for yourself. Hmmm, just noticed in the pic that the three little pigs were still wearing their matching Cape shirts. Costumes? The fact that the basement was still storm-wet didn't seem to bother them. Ah, kids are somethin' else. We had to laugh when little Chloe needed a break. Later in the day, she curled up on a pool lounge, covered herself with a towel and went to sleep. When the huge beach ball accidentally beaned her on the noggin, she didn't even budge from dreamland.

And so, the beat goes on, till right before bed-time, when MacBook djembe lessons produced an excellent version of "The Gallop".

Good Night, John-Boy...

Good Night, Jim-Bob...
Good Night, G'ma...
Good Night, G'pa...
♥