What are dreams made of?

From the adventures of bunsy and her tumbleweeds

Little boys' dreams are made of wheels, pullys, levers, containers, ropes, ramps, bumps, etc. What fun they can have with all these gadgets!

Conjuring, creating, connecting, crossing, tying, pulling, chasing, rolling, bouncing, and lifting.

Yesterday my boys and I took an old orange juice carton, a roll of bright orange rope, scissors, sand buckets, plastic shovels, two bottles of water (1/2 ice, 1/2 water), two matchbox cars, a package of wipes, and a diaper down to the park that lies in the center of our compound. It's quite a trek getting there. Shermy rode his new/old bike and Atticus rode the scooter that we brought. Cinci and I walked. The morning sun pounded on our heads and it is during these moments that I don't wonder any more why the gardeners of our compound cover their entire heads and necks and faces with some sort of sheet with holes for the goggles they wear. I wished I'd had a sheet and some goggles.


I try to take the kids to the park at least once a week. I should take them more often but I don't. The word take isn't quite right. More like force. Anyway, we hadn't been outside for two going on three days. It sounds really bad when you don't go outside for that long. So we went. Fortunately our trip coincided with bath time. Go to the park, get sweaty and sandy, then come home and shower. No wasted shower. I hate showering when I'm not that dirty.

We created a pully from the top of the play structure. The kids had fun filling the orange juice carton with sand and letting it fall and fly everywhere. Then they found a small skateboard. I tied it to the back of Sherman's bike and they spent a good half hour pulling eachother around on the pathways around the park. Down hills, around curves, up hills, and back to the beginning again. So fun. So wholesome. Once the weather is kind, we will be in heaven. Atticus says that in 20 days if the skateboard is still at the park, we should take it. I agreed. 20 days is long enough for someone to realize that they lost something.

From the adventures of bunsy and her tumbleweeds

Meanwhile, indoors, Atticus has finally finished his Red Baron project. Mighty fine I'd say.

From the adventures of bunsy and her tumbleweeds

Then he topped off the evening with a B-36 Peacemaker made from a water bottle and a Pringles container. What would we use for crafts if my husband didn't have an addiction to Pringles?