To Be Six

Oh, to be six.  My Little Nephew was born a year after the last of his Grandparents passed away and so we’ve tried to step into that special role.  We’ve certainly been looking forward to sharing the farm with him, as my Uncle and Aunts did for me, when I was a child… the animals, the tractors, the cousins and the space to just be six.

My Little Nephew quickly discovered the joy of finding a freshly laid egg and as he checks the hen’s boxes approximately 20 times a day the odds of his finding a warm one are extremely high!

The family game…he was a natural complete with the straw hat he snagged from his mother, so much so that the older offspring staged an uprising and put an end to his unlimited mulligans.

With a house full of family, it is easy to find someone to pour the breakfast cereal and Number Three Son is a ready favorite.

Our library seemed the perfect place to stage the k-nex roller coaster building….ah, mess.  But, as I said to My Loving Spouse as we kicked a path through the debris to our room, “It is a happy mess” and one that surprisingly does not bother me, at least for now.

Helping me mow the lawn, he could have mowed all day long.  So far the only thing he is a bit wary of is the cow, as he was just moving in on her when she started to poop.  Boy, you should have seen how fast his little legs could run!

Nothing really compared to being left under the charge of My Loving Spouse for the morning, out in the workshop with tools, tools tools.  Tractor driving was highlighted as absolutely the BEST part of the day!!

My Loving Spouse reported that Whoa Nelly Walton was actually the best baby sitter around, as he was happy to sit in the truck and do little more than turn the steering wheel for what seemed like hours!

Being six, even if you’re cute does not exempt one from dish duty… at least not around here, to which his real Grandmother would be proud….

The day ended with a bit of a crash as he fell out of the swing….but as he said to the chickens… “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow”.