Hunter: "It's a fight to the death-- Hunter the Bold
versus the Evil Serpent."
"Hey Evan, could you spare a minute to
help me get my finger unstuck from the
Evil Serpent's mouth?"
Evan's not camera shy. He's a smile waiting
for a photo op. But he'd rather be
holding the camera.
Hunter is drawn like a magnet to the
scene of activity.
"Grandpa, did you shave today?"
"Grandpa, will you help me find your muscle?"
"Ugh. This shirt tastes better than it smells."
Evan and Hunter: "No, we don't worry about
him getting away. He's totally domesticated."
But when someone needs a bottle, I do slip
away to go hot-rodding with Claire.
This is a one-seater, but Bri ambles along
just in case we need a push.
Believe me, Bri knows her stuff.
My dad and brother often call to check in
during the afternoon, sometimes while the
kids are at our house. They're accustomed
to hearing me say when the phone rings,
"That must be Grandpa Loyd." They don't mind
me taking the call outdoors as long as it doesn't
put a stop to the fun. Heaven forbid.
Hallmark, make me an offer.
My heart just melts.
As with the wagon, sometimes Bri would
just rather push than be pushed. And that's
just fine with Claire.
With the girls entertaining themselves for
a while, moms Jennifer and Amanda get a
little extra one-on-one time with their
handsome fellas. No, not their hubbies, as
handsome as they are.
Claire: "I find it's nearly always worthwhile
when visiting neighbors to check what's in
their compost. Most instructive and revealing."
Hunter: "Okay, I've got this juggling of two
balls down pat. Next step is learning to let
go of them. And then, adding the third ball."
Aunt Amanda knows just where to tickle
Evan to elicit that smile and a giggle.
Doesn't look like he minds, does it?
Yes, it was a full afternoon of child neglect
and abuse at the Loyd house, fully documented.