My boys have enjoyed our shady front yard very much. Our front entry is full of dirt and the tub has a permanent ring, but they are productive. Every morning I can hear scissors snipping away at some new creation while Dave and I try to get a few more minutes of shut-eye despite the glorious sunshine pouring in, because we stayed up late together, watching a movie.
Thankfully, Donovan and Weston play pretty well together, and there was a windfall yesterday at the office: new computer boxes just waiting to be turned into rocket ships!
Then of course there is the new jet made with Weston's own tools from his tool box (thanks, Grandpa) and of course home made overall straps for Mario and Luigi.
I stayed up super late talking with folks about my play. (We had a read through last night in our sweltering kitchen and a few stayed late to discuss the merits and confusing parts of my labor for the last 2 months: My Henry Wadsworth Longfellow/Annie Longfellow play. That's just the problem: is it Henry's story or Annie's? All the research centers on Henry, so it's easy to focus on him, but I had said I wanted to focus on the little daughter and to give voice to the women... So, in some ways it's back to drawing board for act one. Sigh.
The days are beautiful, the boys are playful and I wish I wasn't so tired. But, I am creating something special and special things don't usually come easy.
Sometimes I wish I was more like the boys. So what if they have to take two baths a day, all they need is dirt and a hose... or maybe a couple boxes.
All I need is my imagination and time to give it thought.
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