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You gotta love them…

This morning, Luke and Sam were the first ones up (as usual).  They came downstairs, ran into the kitchen and Luke informed me that he’d brought his clothes and Sam’s clothes downstairs.  That way, Luke explained, I could help them get dressed without having to go upstairs!  Lukie even thought to bring a diaper for his brother.  Sweet.

Then you want to strangle them…

After dropping Jack and Maria at school this morning, I resumed my work in our backyard.  I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but the previous owners let a lot of weeds and wild bushes grow up around the side and back of the garage.  In addition, they so thoughtfully left us a huge mound of… dirt/debris/trash/glass, etc. back there.  I’ve been working to dig up all the roots, pull up weeds, throw away the trash and smooth things out.  It’s a LOT of work.

Anyhow, as I worked, The Little Boys played.  They threw sticks for the dog, dug in the dirt and played some imaginary games.  Occasionally, things would get out of hand… someone would throw dirt in the hair of the other.  Luke and Cheerio fought over a stick (Cheerio won).  Basically, though, I was able to get some work done and they were able to get in some outdoor playtime (yay fence!)

However.

As I was toiling away at some cedar roots (damn, those are a bitch), I heard an awful lot of silliness going on.  The we’re-doing-something-we’re-not-supposed-to-be-doing kind of silliness.

I peeked around the corner of the garage and found them grabbing ash from the Weber grill by the handfuls and dumping it onto Cheerio’s back.  Then rubbing it in.  (That blasted dog will get attention any way she can.)

Needless to say Sam was covered from head to toe with ash.  As was Luke.  No need to comment on the dog.

Furious, I put both boys in timeout along the new fence.  As Luke claimed to disown me as a mother and Sam cried, I put some more work in.  It’s amazing how much stronger you are when you’re pissed.

After the longest timeout they’ve ever had, I finished up for the morning and ordered them to the back deck to strip.  I marched them to the basement shower (the only working one) and ordered them clean.

Now I just have to deal with the dog, dammit.