Yesterday was too nice of a day for winter to spend inside! The boys and I cleaned our yard a bit, and then Jacob rounded up the Weichel boys for a trip to the local elementary school playground. It felt so good to soak in some sunlight, even if it was tainted with the occasional gust of wind! The boys just loved the opportunity to flex some plastic gun muscle, and play with their new Christmas toys!
The boys created their own little militia. First on the agenda: secure the perimeter!
After the perimeter was secured, they laid claim on elevated posts for aerial views. The only problem with their plan was that they all took the same spot. It left considerable gaps in security.
Andrew decided that all that "security" talk was for the birds. It's Hollidaysburg, after all. He opted out of the high concentration job, threw all caution to the wind and went for a swing instead!
After some coaxing from his crew, he agreed to do one last grounds check from the top of the parallel bars complex.
Jacob, unfortunately, was taken hostage by his own team members, for speaking poorly of his brother. Theirs was evidently not a democracy, nor was the notion of free speech embraced.
When we arrived home, Andrew threw his arms up and put on a pair of big-boy Mickey Mouse underwear in honor of his victory over Jacob. Unfortunately, Mickey was peed on one too many times, and the Andrew's victory celebrations were cut short by a box of Luvs. On all accounts, balance was restored to the household.
The boys created their own little militia. First on the agenda: secure the perimeter!
After the perimeter was secured, they laid claim on elevated posts for aerial views. The only problem with their plan was that they all took the same spot. It left considerable gaps in security.
Andrew decided that all that "security" talk was for the birds. It's Hollidaysburg, after all. He opted out of the high concentration job, threw all caution to the wind and went for a swing instead!
After some coaxing from his crew, he agreed to do one last grounds check from the top of the parallel bars complex.
Jacob, unfortunately, was taken hostage by his own team members, for speaking poorly of his brother. Theirs was evidently not a democracy, nor was the notion of free speech embraced.
When we arrived home, Andrew threw his arms up and put on a pair of big-boy Mickey Mouse underwear in honor of his victory over Jacob. Unfortunately, Mickey was peed on one too many times, and the Andrew's victory celebrations were cut short by a box of Luvs. On all accounts, balance was restored to the household.
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