This afternoon I again laid the baby down for a nap. Craig went to a teleconference meeting for diabetes camp. The boys were in the yard. I was getting my shoes on to join them when Collin came into the house screeching (while the baby is sleeping, mind you) that Evan had an axe and was swinging it at him and at everything else. What!?! We had had a previous incident with an axe and I had instructed Craig that all axes must be put in a place where they could not be accessed by small children. So now I'm #1. wondering what's going on #2. wondering how on earth they got ahold of said axe and #3. terrified of what kind of damage the axe and the axe wielder have inflicted. I entered the backyard with Collin behind me to behold Evan chopping at the apple tree with the axe. Upon closer inspection, I discovered he'd taken off a little of the bark, but otherwise the tree looked OK. I confiscated the axe, put Evan in time out and followed the time out with a lecture on all the macabre things that could happen when an axe is used. I then called Craig at his meeting and asked how the boys got ahold of the axe. He said he only hid the small axes and hid the big axe behind the other tools thinking they wouldn't find it. Guess again.
This evening we went to a picnic for members of the I.A.G. (International Adoption Group) in our town. Cami is the youngest of the adoptees present. The adoptees present tonight were from Russia, China, S. Korea and Native American. Collin is not a huge fan of these meetings because he says they're "almost all girls." His affection for the female population has been on the decline lately. He did manage to find a couple of boys to play with and I don't feel for him because our neighborhood kids are mostly of the male variety. Anyway, we all had a nice time. Pictured are: The gang at the smores assembly table, Cami and Abby (age 4) and Cami eating her shoe instead of her pasta.
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