Care-free Sundays

Except for choir, there were no post-church activities. The day was unusually wide open. A relaxing afternoon morphed into a relaxing evening. Taking advantage of our private resort amenities, we all jumped into the back-deck hot tub. Syd was so tired from her hit-and-miss naps that the warm water lulled her right to sleep by 6 p.m. (until 10:30 p.m. ... now what?).

Talmage, on the other hand, is a different creature when it comes to sleep. He's immune. Despite the curative sleep-powers of the hot tub, he was still raring to go. Sometimes (a lot of times) I prefer it when he entertains himself. But today we were just hanging out, going with the flow, doing whatever.

The video (from a few days ago) is of the T and B driving the car to Costco. Leaning back, they go up the hill. Right after our fancy camera cuts them off, they lean forward and "crash" the car. Then T runs to the cupboard to fetch the "toolbox" to fix the car. Repeat.

Their other car routine occurs on the other couch/bus. They both pretend they're asleep on the bus. Talmage says, "Wake up! It's time for school!" They wake up, run around the house, jump on the couch, Talmage commands, "Go to sleep on the bus!", compliance. Repeat.

Rassling with him tonight, we discovered a new game. Briton was the dump truck (on all fours), I was the dirt, and Talmage was the digger. He'd scoop at me with a little bowl and dump the bowl on Briton's back whilst I simultaneously threw a limb o' dirt on to the dump truck. Once the pile of dirt was completely loaded on top of the dumb truck, it'd get dumped back on the ground (next time you can be the dirt). Anything involving vehicles, especially diggers and dump trucks, is a hit with the T-ball. But also, sometimes, I wonder when he will discover his parents are weird.