Busy bees.

Gosh, life has become busy in these quarters.

The weekend sunshine meant a  mamoth laundry session, one more load and I've caught up again.
The weekend sunshine also meant I decided to mows the lawns, and tidy out the shed so I could actually get to the lawn mower, and put away garden toys that will be utterly ruined if left out all winter, and my buggies.  Hmm, not overly keen that "buggy" is these days plural.  Oh well, needs must.  The sandpit needed moving too, popping it on the decking was a not a good idea - I hadn't considered that the sand is always damp and thus the decking would always be damp, and of course, rot.  Factor in all the rain we've had recently, and gosh that sand was heavy to move.  Ooomf!

 And here is Rye about to sit on the sand man he built.

Woohoo, lawns mowed, and shed tidied at this point.  So naturally a game of bat and ball was necessary.  Rye is trying very hard to learn how to throw the ball up in the air and bat it.  Not wholly successfully at the moment, he tends to hold the ball up high and sort of drop it on the bat.  He throws the ball pretty, critical little man though - "You missed it," he accuses.   "Sigh......" and an excellent "Kevin" impression as he goes after a ball I've misbatted.   Those missed balls were useful in demonstrating that not even I can always hit the ball - especially when he was feeling a little too self critical.

Rye's imagination is taking off these days too.

A farm yard.  Although admitted, I do think there was a crafty intention behind this.  Rye has been looking at the Myriad catalogue, and he's absolutely desperate for the Fergus Tractor.  So I suspect he will be receiving that rather than the Excavator for Yule ;-)

The treehouse has been played wiith a lot too.  Before it was all about the crane and cranking up various vehicles and knocking animals, people, pirates etc off the top levels.  The past few days though, Rye has been telling himself little stories as he plays with little wooden people, I picked up last year.  It is wonderful to listen to his little stories and watch him being so engrossed in his play.  Singing too, I suppose because I'm singing to the children a lot, lot more than previously.  The only song I'm not so keen on anymore is "Rain, rain go away, come back another day," because this has replaced the tuneless humming he use to do when rocking on the sofa.  At least it is mostly limited to when he first gets up.  I drink coffee to help me wake up, Rye appears to like to rock and sing.

A busy ole week and weekend; and very enjoyable it's been too.