Since Jason would be working late today, we decided to take the short drive to see Granny's new house at Sunrise Beach. I loaded up the car with all the favorite toys, all the bikes, all the kids, and one Granna. Poppy boy drove in from the river and met us and GG made us a terrifically signature lunch. HOWEVER, we had not been at her house more than 15 minutes when the little terrorist found a nice little ceramic blue bird (one of a pair) and decided it would be fun to smash it into a million pieces. You can't believe all the glass that is in that woman's house, and all at TC eye level. She actually replaced a pair of ceramic candle holders to their original coffee table after I had moved them. Looking back at the pictures I realize that I only have one shot of GG and none of the new house. Maybe that's because every time I would turn my back on the little destroyer he was reaching for something else to, well, destroy. Please refer to the last picture in the series for more on that subject.
So as I mentioned, the car was LOADED with all sorts of fun stuff to play with...chalk, trains, balls, babies...and what do you think was one of the favs of the day? Oh, no! Whatever you may have guessed is wrong!
This was what they chose to do-dig holes in the dirt and sit in them. To there credit, so as not to confuse these children with dull minded tots, they were looking for buried treasure according to a treasure map Emma found in the boxes of toys. But in the end they were bickering over, well, holes in the dirt. TC put on no pretense of pretend, he went straight for dirt in the mouth, dirt in the shorts, and dirt being thrown. He's my smart one. Let me mention that at one point, while the adults were finishing their lunch, Tennison smashed a little ceramic egg that was outside on the porch. (For those keeping count, that would be casualty #2)
Against the wishes of the more heat-intolerant ones (okay, it was only Granna who put up a fight), we ventured, on bikes, to the peaceful porch in the middle of the neighborhood. It's a good thing that GG is the only one there right now because after my kids got there it was peaceful no more.
Don't be fooled by this cherubic grin, TC is up to something. He had just gotten finished spilling his water all over the table. And, unknown to me at the time, was about to reak more havoc on the little yellow house.
The moment this sweet little picture was snapped of Emma resting after a hard day of play, TC picked up the mate to the previously mentioned smashed blue bird and preceded to, you guessed it (3 strikes, we're outta here!)...at this point I throw my camara in the air along with my hands, cast a wilting glance at Granna and Poppy, as if to say "Who's watching this kid anyway?" and announce, "That's it, we're going home!" Granna convinces me that he just needs a nap. After about 5 minutes into this nap/wrestling match (as there is no crib) Granna demurely opens the door and informs me that the car is packed and everyone is ready to go. I am so sorry GG, I promise to never come back.
So as I mentioned, the car was LOADED with all sorts of fun stuff to play with...chalk, trains, balls, babies...and what do you think was one of the favs of the day? Oh, no! Whatever you may have guessed is wrong!
This was what they chose to do-dig holes in the dirt and sit in them. To there credit, so as not to confuse these children with dull minded tots, they were looking for buried treasure according to a treasure map Emma found in the boxes of toys. But in the end they were bickering over, well, holes in the dirt. TC put on no pretense of pretend, he went straight for dirt in the mouth, dirt in the shorts, and dirt being thrown. He's my smart one. Let me mention that at one point, while the adults were finishing their lunch, Tennison smashed a little ceramic egg that was outside on the porch. (For those keeping count, that would be casualty #2)
Against the wishes of the more heat-intolerant ones (okay, it was only Granna who put up a fight), we ventured, on bikes, to the peaceful porch in the middle of the neighborhood. It's a good thing that GG is the only one there right now because after my kids got there it was peaceful no more.
Don't be fooled by this cherubic grin, TC is up to something. He had just gotten finished spilling his water all over the table. And, unknown to me at the time, was about to reak more havoc on the little yellow house.
The moment this sweet little picture was snapped of Emma resting after a hard day of play, TC picked up the mate to the previously mentioned smashed blue bird and preceded to, you guessed it (3 strikes, we're outta here!)...at this point I throw my camara in the air along with my hands, cast a wilting glance at Granna and Poppy, as if to say "Who's watching this kid anyway?" and announce, "That's it, we're going home!" Granna convinces me that he just needs a nap. After about 5 minutes into this nap/wrestling match (as there is no crib) Granna demurely opens the door and informs me that the car is packed and everyone is ready to go. I am so sorry GG, I promise to never come back. 
No one had to teach Tennison what to do with the beaters, but to watch Emma de-batter the beaters is a beautiful thing. It makes me proud. 
