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Breath of Fresh Air

 I think we may have accidently opened the wardrobe and landed in eternal winter.  I don't remember another winter when we have had as many snowy days.  When a window of dry weather presents itself, we are all busting a move to spend the time outside.  It's gotten a little stuffy and grouchy indoors.  

Today, mercifully, was a day to get some energy burned off outside. I went straight for the garden.  The girls were napping, and the boys found themselves on our gravel pile.  They spent some time throwing rocks and chatting about who knows what.  Eventually, the rocks became bombs and imaginary bad guys hid behind trees and in the grass below them.  I heard an explosion, followed by "Got him!"  Another explosion ripped through the air.  Fighter jets flew overhead.  More gun fire was exchanged and another bomb exploded just out of range!  "They're coming," Fischer yelled.

"I'll get them!" Sawyer responded throwing a grenade.  

"Yes!" both boys shouted.  Then, "Watch out!" Fischer warned, "More Yahtzee's are coming!"

I laughed and continued to build a garden bed while they blasted away the bad guys.  I'm not sure if we need to revisit our history book at this point, or just let it ride.  I think they won, so we at least have that going for us.  

Speaking  of ride, when they were done blasting enemy invaders, they jumped on their mountain bikes to practice their "let's see who can go to the ER first" bike jumps.  They've recently built the jumps higher because dangerously high wasn't good enough.  Their bike path goes down a steep hill with two substantial jumps at the base about ten feet apart.  Sawyer picked up so much speed and jumped so far off the first jump that he landed on the base of the second jump and lost his footing on the pedals.  He didn't crash, but rode it out on the bar of his bike.  It made me hurt.  His response - move the second jump farther out.  Do kids even have pain receptors or do those develop later?! 

Meanwhile, I'm sore from flinching so many times.  

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