One the hardest things about bringing the boys to new places is that we are outnumbered. They go in three different directions, wanting to get into everything, climb on everything, taste everything, destroy everything. So imagine our minor heart attack when we noticed the cape house was an open floor plan with a brick fireplace in the middle and an open spiral stair case (which they loved climbing up). While they slept, we took photos of the house as we found it (so it could be recreated), then put everything that could be damaged away.
But there are still only two of us and three of them. So in an effort to contain them for a few minutes, we put them in the bed of Rob's truck as a makeshift playpen. They LOVED it!
Wes banging on the side of the truck
Win & Wes
Charlie
And then Charlie fell over the side (thankfully I was there to catch him!), so playtime was over.
3 comments:
Never a dull moment. Glad you still have good reflexes. Nanna
It would be Charlie!! We are going to give him a helmet for Christmas!
Traci
walked by your old house the other day (normally, I walk on the other side of the street) and Jackson sniffed that tree, which used to smell like Julep. He used to linger, but he just moved on. Anyway, made me remember. The kids look great and I hope Needham is treating you well. Check out our doings at www.corrdin.com.
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