I especially like the one of the "Supervisor" there against the trampoline with arms folded...nice touch! No wonder your ground doesn't drain, it looks like clay!
Not unlike Mr. Wile E. Coyote, I too have moments of delusional grandeur. If this blog isn't proof enough, I don't know what is.
In my lower-mid thirties-ish, I am a stay home mother of three farmers. Farmers you ask? Yes, farmers. Sowers of chaos, innocently cloaked reapers of my sanity. I would not be who I am today without them and love them more than I could have ever imagined.
June 23, 2009 at 9:10 AM
Hole - y Cow! Do I dare ask what the drain is for???
But honestly - they look like they were having a fabulous time!
June 23, 2009 at 11:15 AM
I especially like the one of the "Supervisor" there against the trampoline with arms folded...nice touch! No wonder your ground doesn't drain, it looks like clay!
June 23, 2009 at 3:20 PM
Of course I am the supervisor! why have kids if its not to lower them down a dark hole with a cup to dig with?
We probably should have put some top soil down before we laid sod, because your right Willie its rock hard clay.
I think I am going to try your idea of putting some sand down over the grass.
Butta
June 23, 2009 at 3:49 PM
Is that what you do for draining a certain spot, sugar?!?! I didn't know you could do that. I'll tell/ask Jack if he wants to try it.
xoxo,
Connie
June 24, 2009 at 12:27 PM
I must say that my favorite is Dave picking the kids out of or lowering them into the hole. Fabulous!! You guys get to have so much fun!
July 6, 2009 at 10:55 PM
I totally agree with Willie E! I enjoyed the slave master pic. We could use a slave master over here to finish up some of our projects...