We spent the weekend in Oakhurst so Andrew could help clean up the property after the big snow storm. Trees fell all around the property and a few even uprooted themselves. The men got to work (Ellen and Jessica helped too) clearing the trees in close vicinity to the house. Blake and Reade watched with eager eyes.
David removing the branches so the wood can be cut up for firewood. They say they have about two to three years worth of firewood now:
Paul and David working together:
Blake took the branches over to his daddy so he could add them to the burn pile:
Andrew managing the fire:
Reade hanging out with mommy on the log pile. (Notice how blonde he looks in the sunlight!)
We were supposed to get home and enjoy jumping into our own beds for a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, the stars and planets had a different plan for us. Reade woke up soon after being put to bed. He tricked me into getting him up because I thought he had a dirty diaper. He was hungry so I fed him some food and then put him down on the ground for four minutes of play before returning him to his crib. He was chewing on the edge of the coffee table and must have slipped because I looked over to find he had split his gum all around one of his front teeth. I had no idea what happened until his mouth filled with blood. Now, the poor kid his a huge gash/scab around his front tooth and his lip is super swollen. After lots of hugs and love, he finally fell asleep for the rest of the night.
The other child went to bed just fine, but woke up at 1:00am telling me he wasn't tired. He got used to sleeping in our bedroom at David and Ellen's and wanted so much to be with us again. The next three and a half hours were spent battling that kid to go back to sleep in his own bed. I am a ragged mess today and just need to get through this day without loosing my cool and pummeling someone. Wish me luck.