Tuesday, October 7, 2008
These boys give me hope. . . in what can be a very, very crazy world.
The fireworks on Saturday night were a fun getaway. Mark had to work so I joined Jeremy and Jim (who are now officially roommates next door) Jeremy's old friend and his son. And of course the boys. The weather was cold so coats were needed...we picked the spot at the bottom of hill down the street from our house. Dayton kept thinking we were going to fall down the hill. "don't fffffall (a very juicy, spit filled fffff) down da'ma!" At the bottom was railroad tracks, and then the river. On the other side of the river they had set up boxes of fireworks which must of been on timers. The boys were antsy and goofing around...then the train approached in the distance...Dayton first got scared but then he waved and all the boys were thrilled at the train going by at about 50 feet away. As the last car past the fireworks went off. It was the best, we were so close too. Jacob was memorized...Dakota wanted to go to grandma's after about 5 minutes of the display.
Then they spent the night with me, took forever to calm down and go to sleep, but it's been months since they've spent the night, so I did not care.
Now that Jeremy is next door I can get my BABY FIX whenever they are with him, which is at least 3 times a week! Grandma Heaven!