Humor me for a minute (or 10)

because this is a whole slew of pictures that will mean nothing to most anybody else, except maybe the little person that took them – Braxton.

I sometimes make the assumption that my children are supervised when Dad is home.  I fell asleep on the couch yesterday while Dad was home for lunch and when I woke up I realized it was a little too quiet inside the house, despite the fact I was trying to nap…

I wake up to a whistling sound outside my front door.   I open the door and I find Zachary with our walkie-talkies, moving them close together and then far apart so they “talk” to each other and make that nice high-pitched whistling sound.

I call Zachary inside to put away the walkie-talkies and realize Braxton is out there too, just beyond the bush and sitting in the shade chatting with our neighbor boy his age.  So when Zack gets inside he tells me Braxton still has my camera.  “What?  Braxton had my camera?  How long?  Where in the world is your father?”

So I call outside to Braxton and tell him to bring me back my camera.  Then I set it on the desk in the office for safe keeping and forget that my 4 year old had my camera for about an hour.

Today I sit down to upload pictures to the good ol’ blog for my mom because I’ve promised her pictures of our growing weeds (aka Ivy) and I realize what I missed during my nap…

Again, anyone other than Braxton may not find this quite as fascinating as he (or his mommy) does:

    

Aha! Dad WAS “supervising” and then Braxton tours the kitchen by way of the garbage can.

    

The dining room [floor]

    

Self-portraits in the hallway

    

Dad’s [messy] desk is on the way to the front door, where you will find Zachary on the other side.

    

A “panorama” of sorts, from the front step

    

I can only imagine what Braxton is thinking, “Hello Dad! I’m so lucky you’re not taking this camera out of my hands because Zack’s not sharing the walkie-talkies with me so I’m having my own fun!”

     

Still on the front step… welcome mat, sprinkler… Christmas lights still up [in May!]…

              

Braxton’s favorite shirt

    

Growing weeds in our dead lawn - sigh :(

Unsuspecting and curious friend

    

Next-door neighbor’s house … Daddy’s license plate

    

Front walk, front yard, hot day

              

Yep, upside down too.

Friendly neighbor taking out the trash

Seven, yes 7, pictures of his foot that looks exactly like his Daddy’s

I can only hope one of my boys marry this cute friend when she grows up.

Texture?

Another friend, fun!

The gate to “another friend’s” backyard that Braxton isn’t allowed to go in unless he asks his Mommy, which he obviously didn’t…before traipsing back there anyway.

Ah, ANOTHER garbage can, ANOTHER driveway, and ANOTHER upside-down picture!

What a productive nap, Mom!