Week Two in the homeland was no less full of adventure!
Finn's first time on a trampoline, in Grandma's backyard. You could say it was a hit, until Asher brought a remote-control car onboard and kept running Finn down.
I picked this book out of my MIL's library to read to Asher before bed. She is an LCSW with lots of therapy books, which explains why I accidentally told my loin fruit that he was adopted.
I took Asher to the church parking lot to test him out on the bike that Grandpa bought. He was a natural! (with training wheels) Finn played the jealous little brother role beautifully.
Finn learned how to sneak into the chicken pen.
THE MOST REDNECK THING I'VE EVER DONE. Still worth it. We took the boys to the demolition derby at the Park County Fair, which is basically a dream come true for any three-year-old boy. Dave translated the most redneck aspects for me. Asher still talks about it.
All the Brinkerhoff guys.
After the derby, we took the boys around the animal exhibits. Asher melted my heart whenever we saw an animal by itself. He would say, "Wook, he sad! He misses his mom!" And when he saw two animals penned together, he cried, "Wook, he happy! He has his mom!" To hear that the root of happiness, in his little world, is the presence of "Mom"...I love this kid!
This picture sums up why Dave wants to move to the country.
The trip home to Colorado went more quickly and smoothly than ever, until we exited the interstate. A smell like rotting feet filled the truck, and Dave and I made bets on what it was. Horrendous though it was to discover that my child had dipped his hand in his own feces, sampled it, and wiped it everywhere within reach, I had a smile on my face. Why, you ask? As soon as we pulled onto our street we saw that our 27 next-door neighbors were moving, along with their four dogs and police records. I couldn't have asked for a better end to our trip.