YARD WORK . . .

OK,so I have NO pictures to share. I was too busy actually working.  My kids on the other hand, well... here is the story.
We (meaning Green and I) have been working in the yard trying to get rid of all of the gravel in our dirt that is soon to be grass. We have a makeshift strainer made from a screen protector to shift the dirt and rock.  Our backs are sore, our moods are a little tense, needless to say we were very tired.  So we get the brilliant idea to have our kids come out and help pull weeds and pick up rocks.  (After all why do you have kids if not to have free slave labor?) 

The kids come out and help for about 2 mins.  After they pick the top off of two weeds and maybe kick a rock they decide that they are done.  Me being me, I try to help our low spirits by singing a song. My Song:

Wadsworth children sang as they picked up rocks and rocks and rocks,

Wadsworth children sang as they picked up rocks and rocks and rocks.

They cried and moaned and swore they'd die,

Some of them even shed a tear and cried.

Day after day they sang as they picked up rocks and rocks and rocks  AND rocks.

For all you die hard Primary fans you know the tune.  So if you drive by our house and see headstones in the front yard you'll know that there we buried all hopes and aspirations of having our children ever help with anything!!  RIP