The Bus Again?!?

The kids know that we work on the bus A LOT.  Especially on the weekends.  They do a good job of entertaining themselves while Michael and I work.

Oh no ... is it that time again?

Mommy and Daddy, when are you going to pay attention to us?!?!

We're going kuh-razeee!

When both Michael and I are working on the bus, it is on the weekends, the time when the kids are not allowed to watch TV.  So when they're inside the house, they luckily play with their toys.   Unlucky for me is that all the toys are taken out and played with and, by the end of the weekend, the house resembles an elves workshop with toys, pieces of games, cars, dress-up costumes, and plastic animals strewn about.  

When the kids are outside, they are drawn to dirt.  It's as if it beckons them to rub it all over their skin and hair.  Add any moisture from the previous day's rainfall and you have a mud party.  It's hard to get mad at the kids because I prefer they're outside playing rather than languishing in front of the electronic babysitter also known as "T.V."    So far they've used our wood scraps to try to erect a tepee and to successfully construct a temporary see-saw.  They've tried to make new homes for ants and have fortunately avoided being bit by them.  They do get bit by mosquitoes and no-see-ums, so we have to shoo them inside the house (the kids, no the bugs) in the late afternoon to avoid getting itchier than they already are.

I hope our ignoring them during the construction won't affect them and drive them to multiple therapists' couches.  Hopefully soon we'll be able to enjoy the fruits of our labors, go camping and relax.