The kids LOVE the new neighborhood. There are kids everywhere. The magic is that we live at the bottom of a U-shaped street at the bottom of a hill. The neighborhood kids swarm around here racing down the hill on their bikes and scooters. The fun is infectious, we all want to join the party.
Little Chief has acquired the coordination to pedal a bike!
But inevitably the Toads get called in for super, which around here just means that the party just moves to the back yard.
Pops bought us a treat! A new grill. I see no reason to cook in doors for 6 months.
Superkid solved our table situation by flipping over the box the grill came in and squatting on the deck.
That's when I came to the realization.
If you're dirt biiking in your back yard, eating hotdogs off a card board box, regularly pulling ticks off your baby's head...
If you're dirt biiking in your back yard, eating hotdogs off a card board box, regularly pulling ticks off your baby's head...
...and dancing in mud puddles for fun, you might be a red neck.
And life is good.





