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Kids are happier when they have a project, usually its a craft, or a new video game. In my kid's case, its decorating a tree with old whiskey bottles. Between our neighbors fence and the train track that lies behind it, is an awesome "forest" for my boys to explore, "do construction", and stay busy. This is what happens after 50 years of grass clipping pile up and you don't cut down the trees that seed in the spring. The forest is more like 4 gnarly trees and a homeless shelter. I say this because a few years back there was some homeless guy that was hanging out there, then there are the random kids that come with their refreshments and what not. Hence the collection of whiskey bottles my boys were able to convert into art.
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I repeatedly thanked the neighbors for allowing my boys to go and play back there. We truly have the sweetest neighbors. A pair of 80-somethings that are like an extra set of grandparents to me and my children. Jack
lovingly found a flat-as-a-pancake mouse and showed it to us and our neighbor Vern, and would have chased Ella around the yard with it if not for me. The boys spent
over 5 hours rearranging old concrete, branches, grass clipping, and who knows what else. The bath water was dirty tonight, and completely worth it! I only hope they spend many more hours being boys beyond the fence.
Kids are happier when they have a project, usually its a craft, or a new video game. In my kid's case, its decorating a tree with old whiskey bottles. Between our neighbors fence and the train track that lies behind it, is an awesome "forest" for my boys to explore, "do construction", and stay busy. This is what happens after 50 years of grass clipping pile up and you don't cut down the trees that seed in the spring. The forest is more like 4 gnarly trees and a homeless shelter. I say this because a few years back there was some homeless guy that was hanging out there, then there are the random kids that come with their refreshments and what not. Hence the collection of whiskey bottles my boys were able to convert into art.
I repeatedly thanked the neighbors for allowing my boys to go and play back there. We truly have the sweetest neighbors. A pair of 80-somethings that are like an extra set of grandparents to me and my children. Jack lovingly found a flat-as-a-pancake mouse and showed it to us and our neighbor Vern, and would have chased Ella around the yard with it if not for me. The boys spent over 5 hours rearranging old concrete, branches, grass clipping, and who knows what else. The bath water was dirty tonight, and completely worth it! I only hope they spend many more hours being boys beyond the fence.
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