Our kidz were outside the other day enjoying the backyard. The sky was cloudy, temperature warm, a light breeze blowing --- it was one of those dog days of summer. Then the weather started to change. The wind began to increase, and the clouds began to darken. We heard thunder in the distance, but the kidz seemed oblivious to anything but their daily game of "give me that ... it's mine!" I began to count seconds between the flashes of lightning and the sound of thunder ... the storm was getting closer. The kidz began to sense something was approaching but succumbed to the excitement of their "game." Nothing to worry about --right? Flash! 1 potatoe, 2 pot--Bang! Boom! Crash! The huge sound of the thunder so close by scared our kidz. We heard -- yelp! yelp! yelp! and watched them both run as fast as their little legs could carry them for the cover of the house and the security of Mom and Dad. One of the pups reenacted a scene from the little piggy story and went "wee wee wee all the way home." We laughed and cuddled the kidz to quiet them down. They survived; however, the fireworks season is upon us and the slightest bang now warrants instant attention, and sometimes a retreat to safety. I'm sure they'll grow out of this ... it's just a phase, right?
And finally ... here's a movie that shows their prowess at climbing the stairs. (Will Mom and Dad be sorry they taught us this?)
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