Adam, do you hear that? It sounds like a whistling tea kettle.
I hear it. I think it's one of the kids.
Caleb's whistling, Mom. I told him to stop, but he won't!
Caleb, honey, please stop whistling. It's really distracting.
But I want to whistllllll...OUCH, Isaiah, don't grab my lips!
Then stop whistling, you're annoying me!
Isaiah, don't touch Caleb. Caleb, stop whistling.
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Mom, Caleb just hit me!
It's because Isaiah's breathing on me and I don't like it.
I have to breathe Caleb. I'll die if I don't.
I don't want you to breathe so close to me. I need fresh air.
Boys, sit on your hands and shut your mouths!
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After 5 petty arguments having to do with arm-rest infringement and back-washing in the water bottle, 2 threats of leaving the boys on the side of the road and a 45 minute discussion on the need for a larger car with separate compartments installed for each child - complete with ankle and wrist straps - we arrived at the cabin and had a wonderful, relaxing weekend.
Good times, good times.
Anna
Payns | July 12, 2010 at 12:59 PM
Looks like you had a fun time. Love the photos.