My boys #justbecause
Friday, July 24, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
James has a good friend who lives just across the street.
James has a good friend who lives just across the street. Who I'll call, "Caleb" for the sake of this post. They are both four and they both have an independent streak.
A while back Sara was at home alone with our boys when she heard talking downstairs. Walking into the basement she was surprised to find Caleb happily playing Lego with James. When she was unable to determine if his parents knew his whereabouts or how long he'd been there, she marched him back across the street to discover they hadn't even realized he had left the house.
Just the other day I was at home relaxing in my favourite arm chair enjoying the cool breeze from the open window next to me when I heard the soft clack of wood hitting brick, which I have from experience learned to immediately recognize as the sound of our wood pile behind the house being dismantled for creative endeavours. I jumped out of my chair to look out the front door and discovered that Caleb had joined Nate and James in the backyard, and that they were all quite busy and a fair ways into the process of barricading our front gate shut from the inside with wood from our wood pile.
"Hi, boys, what are you doing?" (I'm unclear why I even bothered asking.)
Caleb, "We're blocking the gate so my Mom can't get in!"
"Ah, I see."
And then in a perfectly timed moment, I turned to discover Caleb's mom approaching from the opposite direction with a touch of speed and determination to her stride.
"Is Caleb in your backyard?", she asked.
"Well, as a matter of fact..."
A while back Sara was at home alone with our boys when she heard talking downstairs. Walking into the basement she was surprised to find Caleb happily playing Lego with James. When she was unable to determine if his parents knew his whereabouts or how long he'd been there, she marched him back across the street to discover they hadn't even realized he had left the house.
Just the other day I was at home relaxing in my favourite arm chair enjoying the cool breeze from the open window next to me when I heard the soft clack of wood hitting brick, which I have from experience learned to immediately recognize as the sound of our wood pile behind the house being dismantled for creative endeavours. I jumped out of my chair to look out the front door and discovered that Caleb had joined Nate and James in the backyard, and that they were all quite busy and a fair ways into the process of barricading our front gate shut from the inside with wood from our wood pile.
"Hi, boys, what are you doing?" (I'm unclear why I even bothered asking.)
Caleb, "We're blocking the gate so my Mom can't get in!"
"Ah, I see."
And then in a perfectly timed moment, I turned to discover Caleb's mom approaching from the opposite direction with a touch of speed and determination to her stride.
"Is Caleb in your backyard?", she asked.
"Well, as a matter of fact..."
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