Pea Rock

Our last night in Iowa was awesome.  The weather was beautiful so we grilled pork burgers and made s'mores over the fire pit.  

We also hung up Dad's new hammock chair in one of the trees.  What an ordeal.  I learned how to tie a square knot, and Dad almost fell off the ladder and died.  We know how to party, man. 

For some reason, the boys wandered over to Dad's new pile of pea rock.  Beanie and I went too, for adult supervision.  Beanie felt it was best for her to supervise from the top of the rock pile. 

Braeden also thought I should see that his foot has been amputated and he was left with only a stump.  

The famous cowboy boots.  These boots may be the most loved boots that were ever made.  Loogie felt it necessary to tell everyone we saw about his boots.  We went to lunch with Dad and his friend, so Loogie had to tell his friend four times to "lookit my boots". 

Loogie hung out until he decided things were gonna get too rough for him.  He took off to eat more marshmallows and terrorize the dog. 

Good choice, Loogie. 

The point of this game, apparently, was to push each other down the rock pile.  

 And to rub rocks on your brother's head to show him how much you dominate.

Notice the rock in Gus' ear.  After Braed let Gus get up, Braeden sounded very concerned when he said "Kota, dere's bumping in your eeere!"  Gus must've thought he was trying to trick him, because he kept giggling like a little girl and ignored Braed while he ran to the other side of the rock pile to prepare for round two.

 I like to describe Braed as a meathead.  You know the saying "If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough"?  That fits Braed.  I'm not saying Braed is dumb - he's actually quite a smart little monster.  But he's tough enough that he could be dumb if he wanted.

I'd make a great guidance counselor.  Reach for the stars, kids.

 Gus, on the other hand, is less than tough.  But he's my Gus, so I'll give him a break :)

 Surprisingly, this rock pile game ended with no tears or blood!  After about twenty minutes, the monsters just walked off the pile and up to the house.  Monsters.

 Judging from the rock dust on his forehead, I would say Gus lost the game.

I love those monsters.