He's not Tim the Tool Man and I'm so glad he's not. Jeff doesn't need a television show to make him a star in my book. He just needs to give time to his boys. Today it was tool time. John took himself outside earlier. Thought he was going to go play. I headed upstairs to check email and read the latest Confessions of a Pioneer Woman. Took a glance out the window and what did I spy: John with a drill in hand and what was that, he was drilling too! Grabbed my camera, opened the window (love those triple pain windows - presently the bottom part has no screen - aah, screen free pictures...) and started snapping pictures. Drills, chisels, and wrenches and hammers today. And a boy ready to go at it on his own:
That's John (the one with the full head of hair), my 10 year old, drillin'
John and Jeff (can you tell which is John and which is Jeff or do I need to spell it out to you - I do? - ok, if I must: Jeff is at the top of the picture and John is the one with the drill in his hand. And you thought I was going to say John was the one with hair and Jeff was the one without, well, at least balding)
This is John - I mean Jeff. (I got confused with all that hair)
"Need some help," Jeff asked.
"No, I got it daddy," John replied.
(John got it almost all the way out of the truck then realized he really did need his daddy's help. And Jeff was right there to help.)
I had a session with the boy's speech teacher couple weeks ago. The boys have trouble with their r's and s's, but improving all the time. She shared with me how she enjoys the boys immensely. She says she loves talking with them because they have such a full life to share. She said so many kids have no stories to tell but the boys have so many. Whether it's camping, cub scouts, visited this museum, used these tools, shot BB guns or Bow and Arrows, experimented with the laws of physics, she raved about their breadth of knowledge, their vocabulary, the experiences they've had, and what a joy they are. It's because of this guy...