They sleep in bed with Momma. Note: Momma doesn't sleep.
They blow bubbles on the deck. (My great- nephew Eli)
They attempt to blow bubbles on the deck.
They swing from trees.
They let Momma attempt to take artsy pictures of them.
They read by the barn so Momma can attempt to take more artsy pictures of them.
They play in water. Oooh, squishy baby roll alert!
They play in more water. And look contemplative to boot.
They watch Momma take pictures of disgusting tomato worms.
They sit on the porch swing with Granny.
And stand next to Poppy.
They do Zen Yoga on top of Igloo dog houses? Don't. Even. Ask.
Notice, my friends, that the country brings the children outside. Even my bug fearing bunch played outside for h-o-u-r-s!
It's the simple things, I'm tellin' ya.