Wood Chucks

Usually once a year we, as a family, help cut and stack wood at G’pa and G’ma O’s house (my in-laws).

The family hard at work.

My niece – she is a workhorse (as well as being creative, adorable, and funny), as is my oldest nephew (the younger boys are too, actually).  They got it from their mom, I’m sure.  If I can raise my kids to work as hard and be so well-mannered as my sister-in-law’s kids, I will be pleased.

My nephew, learning to use a chain saw.  He did great and didn’t put it down for pretty much the rest of the day.

Did I mention he is a bit of ham?

My niece and younger nephews helped stack.  They did a great job.  Whenever I stack wood, I have to redo the pile once or twice to keep it from rolling out on the ends.  My neice made it look easy.

The chainsaw-ers are kept busy.

Me, I stood around and plugged Sunita’s ears, took pictures and made lunch.  It seems all this work makes for hungry bodies. We descended on their kitchen like a plague of locust.  I, for one, really had no reason to eat like a pig, but would I let a little thing like that stop me?  No way.

Ok, I actually did work a little.  But really,  A VERY LITTLE.

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