You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you how many hours we spend "driving" old tractors and trucks and forklifts and excavators. With permission, of course. For some reason that eludes me, this is an endlessly fascinating activity. Well, it's free, and plentiful, around here, what with all the farms and such.
Avery doing the concrete work for his play structure, at the beginning of the summer.
Amazing how gorgeous babies are, huh? It's a good talent, they have!
Miles, in a petulant pose. Or maybe it's more like a Save the Children pose or something.
Miles loves holding his baby. He is torn, always going back and forth between wanting to be a big boy like Avery and a baby like Ansel. It's a hard decision- Avery gets to use electric tools, and ride his bike in the street alone, Ansel gets to nurse and be held whenever he wants.
Miles at the Sprinkler Park- a favorite place this summer.
Baby cuteness!
A pretty typical sort of pose lately- Avery playing it cool, Miles hamming it up, front and center.
More ham!
Miles found a tree he could climb on by himself. A great day!
Next summer he'll be running around, following his brothers, getting into trouble. This summer he's still mine, and he still stays pretty much where I put him. And he's still entertained by looking up and talking to the leaves and clouds and breeze. 
Beaver masks. They wear them all the time. Thank you Artsvan!
Miles at swimming lessons. 
Avery's play structure, almost, almost, this close to done! Good work, eh?
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