Tonight we spent our evening outside. Usually outside, the boys skate or ride bikes. But for some reason, they are bored with those things right now. They want to stay inside and do obnoxious things like watch tv/computer/gamecube.
Enter a huge bucket of chalk. And two (one ours, one our way-cool-next-door-neighbors with the busted out window...) beautifully blacktopped driveways just waiting to be chalked. The perfect, blank canvas. The boys have become master chalk artists. They draw and the little girl next door tells them what to do and how to do it. They are very patient with her....
So tonight, I tried to remember all the games that we used to play on a small playground during recess. I remembered how much fun four-square was, so I drew a four-square. But, I can't remember the rules! I think it's like ping pong or tennis where you push the ball to another square without hitting the line or letting it bounce too much. And I'm trying to remember hopscotch. And there was another game sort of like hopscotch that I can't remember.
I used to be able to come up with impromptu games at a second's notice. Maybe I could under pressure, but for now, I am going to spent a few minutes perusing the internet for playground games.
If I don't, my boys may continue to draw beautiful pictures on the neighbor's driveway. Pictures that, upon first glance, appear to be an amazing 8-ft long shark with menacing teeth. But, upon closer inspection (based upon the mischievious looks on their faces) is actually a truly amazing shark, but with poop coming out of it. And not just poop, I was told, but 'steaming hot poop, mom'.
Oh, boy.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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