A Frolic Of A Post

 This might be one of my favorite pictures of all times. Both of those boys love their Boppy so much. And he loves them. 
Here's another one. It's blurry but it's still beautiful. 

We had such a good time with them. They were the very best boys and as cheerful and amiable and amenable as two boys could be. There was no fussing, even when we made them turn the TV off. Maybe an "Oh, man!" from August but they got over it. 

And the dumplings did not disappoint last night. One of the boys, I can't remember which but I think it was Levon, said they were soft as marshmallows. Well now. I consider that hight praise indeed.

The gooey stuff on the little plate is ranch dressing that cucumbers were dipped in. 

We had to eat on my grandmother's old folding sewing table that the Singer fits in and I think that was also one of her bridge tablecloths. We couldn't use the regular dining room table because it has my puzzle on it. But we made it work. This morning I said to them, "Just think, this table belonged to my grandmother and I bet she never once thought that one day her great, great grandsons would be eating their pancakes on it!" 
They were not that impressed. 

After supper Levon wanted a bath in my bathtub and August wanted a shower in Boppy's bathroom. Plenty of water was used by both of them. Levon lounging in the warm water of the tub that I sprinkled Epson's salts scented with lavender in, and August dancing about his grandfather's big shower with Eucalyptus oil sprayed on the walls. He said it smelled good and I told him it was good for his sinuses. 
And it might be. 

After baths they let me read more books! Oh gosh. It was just the sweetest. Levon wanted Banjo Granny and August asked for The Owl and the Pussycat which I love beyond reason. 

There were a few others and then it was time for kisses and good-nights and that was that. I warned them not to come into our bedroom until seven a.m. unless it was an emergency.
"What would be an emergency?" asked Levon. "Fire?"

"Yes, fire," I said. 

Then lights out, and they were asleep in minutes. 

The were in our room at 7:01 a.m. 

Of course there were pancakes this morning. 

Apple, peach, blueberry and oat bran. Very tasty. August ate four. And sausage. And eggs. 

And then it was time for them to play by themselves for awhile. 

Another game. 

Then the excitement really started. We played Monopoly, Jr., the advanced version. Ooh boy. 
Let me tell you something. Mr. Moon is the most competitive man I've ever met when it comes to games. I think because of his years in sports, he learned early not to personalize the other team. They are just opponents and your mission is to beat them and win the game. This seems to be true, even when your opponent is a seven-year old boy. 
Between that and August and Levon's excitement, I got a headache. I am not even kidding you.

I finally had to call it done for my own health and sanity. 

And that was the big sleepover. All the boxes were ticked. Oh yes, I forgot to mention the brown cows before bed. I believe that brown cows (root beer and vanilla ice cream) have replaced purple cows as the go-to dessert. I am afraid that this is one step closer to the "hard stuff" and that soon all of the grandchildren will be demanding bourbon and branch with perhaps a shortbread cookie and a few dark chocolate almond M&M's on the side. 

Here's one more picture.

Know what that is? 

Mr. Moon and the boys set up a trail cam last night to see what animal it was that had dug a hole in the old kitchen garden. 
Possum! And by the looks of it, a mother. Possums are marsupials who carry their babies in a pouch where they nurse. Frankly, although I very much realize the benefit of possums (they eat ticks for one thing), they freak me out. Looking at that picture you may understand why. 
I told Mr. Moon today that marsupials are so odd to me. That they're like an animal that the creator made a few varieties of and then said, "Well, that was interesting experiment. Let us move on."

The possum is the only marsupial native to North America so there is that. 
Did you know that when threatened they play dead to the extent that saliva runs out of their mouth? And it's probably not an act but a reaction. 

Yeah. You probably did not need to know that. Well guess what? I probably did not ever have to see it and yet I have! 

Gotta go cook some squash. 

Love...Ms. Moon