Neversummer and Nocturne

The kids aren’t allowed to watch tv or play on computers when they get home from school. They’ve been sitting most of the day, they need to burn energy. This is the result of that rule now that it’s winter and dark by the time they get home.

It was cold. That pretty much sums up Halloween this year. At least it had warmed up from the days before. From near zero to the forties during the day at least.

Both children went trick or treating with their classes. I got to go along for both. The Goblin Child actually asked me to come with her class, she never wants me to do anything! Of course I went! 8 still likes me to come along for everything. I’ll enjoy that while I can.

The preschool class went down main street t all the buildings then to the nursing home. The first grad went to the nursing home then around the school.

After school we ate supper at the church and enjoyed their trunk or treat and the meal they provide. It makes it so much easier than trying to rush home or pack a supper. Then  we went around one block. Whitten Brenna and Owen cam with as usual. They were sweet and well behaved. Our never are.

The Goblin Child took off with her older cousins and some friends of theirs. We didn’t see her again for the rest of the night. She was of course frozen solid when we found her to bring her home. She had refused to put on the coat I brought her and the long sleeved shirt that had been comfortable in the evening was not warm enough for the cold night.

8 was very tired from a full day of celebrating and cold barely make it around. He was warmer since he had allowed me to put a sweat shirt on him of not his ghost costume. He declared in the middle of the crowds of people also out celebrating that he had to pee. We were no where near anything or houses of anyone we knew. We found the deserted corner of a recently emptied lot and wished it was darker. So much fun 😉

They were finished after the one block and begged to go home. They didn’t want to go to any of the other houses we usually stop by or see the neighbors we visit on the way home. We drug them to a couple then went home and let them go to bed. Very early. It made for a nice night for us. We watched Sleepy Hollow.

A friend invited us to go play in the river. It was one of the few really hot days we’ve had this summer and the invitation sounded wonderful.

After searching a bit for the perfect spot we found one on a neighbor of the friends. They had mowed a nice parking spot along side the road so obviously it was a favorite of theirs and easy to see why. A small waterfall tumbled gently over some rocks adding interest so a wide sandy bank perfect for kids to not drown on.

I didn’t have my swimsuit on and didn’t intend to get too wet at first. If I only waded up too my knees I could play with the kids without getting soaked. That didn’t last long though. Who could resist that beautiful water. The kids wanted to play at the base of the waterfall and it got really deep there. With many little hands clinging to me and begging to go deeper I was soon as soaked as they were.

The Goblin  Child is getting big and brave. She liked to jump off the rocks around the rapids into the swirling water to go under and float down  stream. Watching her disappear under the water was terrifying requiring a deep breath of relief every time she did actually surface again downstream.

8 learned that he could jump off too. Once he got brave enough to let go of my hand he spent lots of time leaping and climbing and float off downstream. Above water at least, not near as scary for me.

Hopefully we will get to go back again before summer ends!

The Goblin Child has been hard at work helping her father get the computers ready for the up coming school year. She is amazingly good help and takes after her father in her skill with these things. 8 not so much, not yet.

After she put inn a hard morning 8 and I picked her up and we went looking for new places to play. There is a small dam off deep inn the sandhills that I thought would be fun to visit.

It was nice, very secluded and pretty. No beaches or even just a place where they could play yin the water though. There was a small playground. Squeezed between the highway and the waters edge it should have been cramped and tight. Instead the thrill of swinging out over the water and the road being nearly deserted made it quaint and quite enjoyable. We watched schools of minnows dart through the shallows, spooking from the children as they laughed and frolicked. It was cool and breezy in the shade of huge old cotton wood trees, their cotton drifting down around us.

Hopefully we can make it back again someday.

The first car wash of the season.
More to get the mud out of the wheels and make driving bearable than to get the cars clean. That is hopeless, they will be dusty and dirty again in no time. As soon as we move them now, as they sit in puddles of mud.
As I try to wash an inches thick coating of mud caked into the the wheel wells, water runs down the drive leaving a muddy stream in its path.
There in the mud, are the children.
They started out helping me wash. Who would have thought so much help would make cleaning so much harder?
Soon they abandoned me, much to my distress, and sought the cool of the mud.
There they stayed, shrieking in joyous abandonment.
To them a storm upstream was sending floodwaters down to burst their dam.
To them disaster approached and they must hold back the torrent, fighting it with all they had. They honed their engineering skills, mixing mud and grass to form a stronger building material. After several failures, they found the shape and design of dam that held up better to the strain.
The work ethic displayed made me smile and made me proud as she reprimanded her brother. Now is not the time to play with tractors. Now is the time for work. We need to get this dam built up before the flood breaks it!
They played together, brother and sister who spend so much time fighting.
And the mud. They got mud up to their eye brows, in all their cracks and crevasses. They rolled in it, they wallowed in it. They rejoiced in it and so did I. Their laughter mad it hard concentrate on my job. I kept stopping to watch and enjoy the small muddy trail of water with them.
Such great joy from such a small thing.

The Goblin Child, 8, and the cousins have been busy at work all summer building a fort. A coupe of forts really. They are turning the dump into a shanty town.

One is an  old stock rack that they put some boards over to make a bit of a roof. It has a seat and looks a bit like a building.

The other is much more creative.

There are many thing involved not the least of which is a cement block balanced precariously on a crushed rolled up tank holding their roof on. It kept falling down.  The roof, not the cement block. Luckily. Everyday they were resetting it. Redesigning. Now they have decided to set some posts. It might make it a little sturdier. If nothing else it gets rid of the cement block. But the posts aren’t even enough for their roof to sit flat on. Carpentry is not their strong point.  I’m sure they will come up with some ingenious plan to solve that problem though.

As much as snakes, spiders, rusty nails and falling cement blocks scare me, I love to see them out playing, building things with  their hands, solving problems and being creative. I will insist they wear boots and take them to get tetanus shots if needed and let them roam free.

over their heads to hold a roof on.