"Lo, Children Are An Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit of the Womb is His Reward" - Psalm 127:3

Friday, May 16, 2014

Second Half of Wednesday


After lunch and playtime at McDonalds, the boys and I headed back to Cheyenne to pick up their brother.  His camp was at the National Guard Armory, which is near Warren AFB, so we saw planes coming and going each day.

Warren AFB has three missiles at the front gate.  The ten year old was impressed with how big they were.

 When we got back to Colorado, the boys were begging to go to a park, so we gathered up everyone else and found a nice big park.



Always bringing me flowers ... even if they're dead :)





This was a race.  Uncle started counting ... One, Two...

The two year old started sliding when he got to two :)  He won. :)


My niece loves to swing really high.  She would lay her head back and look straight up at the bar.

 The ten year old made it across these rings a couple times.  I never could do that even when I was a kid.

But this was the big challenge.  I told him if he could make it around this thing without touching the ground I'd give him the $5 bill in my pocket.  It's not as easy as it looks.





Uncle had to give it a try too and said he thought it was hard too.

And when you lack snow, you can always make sand angles.  My boys are no stranger to getting dirty.





 It took three tries, but the ten year old finally made it around the ring and won the five dollars.  The uncle said to celebrate he'll take him out for ice cream too.

I was really pleased with the five year old for trying a bunch of different things.  His autism makes him very uncomfortable with anything related to balancing, but he was a trooper and tried really hard.  He was able to walk across these purple steps and get to the platform (after several attempts).

 He even did some swinging, which is a huge obstacle for him.  He liked this chair, and would push it and jump into it.  He wouldn't let anyone else touch it, but at least he was swinging a bit on his own.



Before we left the ten year old had to leave behind a work of art.


It was, of course, an elk.

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