Saturday we convinced everyone to walk to 'the crick' with us. It really is a creek, but everyone calls it 'the crick.' I can't remember the details, but I remember being really shocked when I discovered that the correct word was creek not crick....oh the beauty of living in a small country town :) Of course, the boys spent the entire time throwing rocks into the water. The little boys threw little rocks and the big boys threw big rocks.
Estella drank a punch bag and LOVED it!
Jake likes it when I take pictures that show off his big muscles, so I took a lot for him! The kids were running around searching for big rocks. When they found a big one they would start jumping up and down saying, "Uncle Jake, Uncle Jake, throw this one!"
When Nicholas suggested this rock I thought there was no way Jake would even attempt it. I should have known that Jake loves a challenge. He enlisted Jackson's help and they tried to get it rolling.
They did pretty well, but it was too much for them so Grandpa came to add his muscles to the party.
"Lift with your legs, not your back!"
They did pretty well, but it was too much for them so Grandpa came to add his muscles to the party.
"Lift with your legs, not your back!"
They took a second to regroup and strategize.
Then...
Over the hump and down she went, crashing into the water.
There is now a monument to the brute strength of the Groesbeck family standing proud in the middle of 'the crick.'
Thomas found an old gear of some sort in the water. It is now sitting in our garage...
1 comment:
This was such a funny post! I can't get over how boys are exactly the same... big and small!
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