I'm having a surreal moment. It's a gorgeous day outside and I sent the boys out to play. Something I could have NEVER done in Charleston. The neighborhood just wasn't a safe place. Here, we are out in the country surrounded by cows. We have a huge yard with green, green grass. Animals of all kinds wandering through the yard. Rabbits, birds, and at night, deer.
Here's where the surreal moment comes in to play. My boys don't know what to do with themselves outside. For two years in Charleston, they wanted to go outside any chance they got, but either the weather was way too hot, or Tommy needed my constant attention. For whatever reason, it didn't happen very often. Life is so strange. They wanted to play for the longest time and now that they can, they have no idea what to do with themselves.
There was only one way to solve this problem. Make them go outside and fend for themselves for one hour. I'm hoping their natural instincts as curious boys takes over. Eventually. As I type this, Brandon is trying to come inside so that he can watch a movie. Drat. I think he's trying to break down my screen door. When will my kids start to have a "normal" life?