Saturday afternoon lunch

Let me begin by telling you all that we have neighbors on both sides of us that the boys LOVE! On one side we have a couple who are grandparents, and when the boys see them outside, they flag them down and tell them everything that has happened in their life so far! Our neighbors politely say "Is that right?" and "okay" as they try to escape from the conversation.

Then on the other side of us we have, a wonderful couple who have two children fairly close to Noah and V.J.'s age. Except when they are outside our boys think our neighbors need to report to them and tell them what they are doing,and where they are going. (As if the boys have a legal or binding force for their questions). I heard Noah say to them last night, "hey, where are you guys going?" During the workweek, our neighbors leave around 8am, and you can bet the boys know. So outside they go yelling "hello! are you going to work today? or have a good day at work" This bothers me because I feel like they are being-no, i know-they are being a nuisance. Although they insist that the boys are fine.

When the kids are outside they think they MUST always play with the other two children, and so we always are going back and forth to play in each other's yard.

Now today was like any other day to play outside with our neighbors, except when Shaun called the boys in to eat lunch the other two children asked to play outside in our driveway. Shaun told them that was fine, so here we found ourselves eating with the kids playing ball in our drive! Shaun and I thought this was kinda funny! (We wanted to invite them in to eat, but didn't want to interrupt their eating schedule). So we kept eating when all of the sudden two little heads poke themselves up in our kitchen window and said " hey Jessi, what are you eating?" They had stood up on our park bench out side and looked in the window. Then they just kept carrying on conversation saying, "(inhale) uhm... what is that I smell? What are you eating? mmmm...I like tuna noodle casserole! Is Noah done?" Shaun turned politely and said "hey, guys let the boys eat and then they'll be out to play." They respectively said ok, but continued to comment "ohhh... I like tomatoes! BUT MY MOM DOESN"T! what is that, Jessi? What is on your plate? Shaun and I were laughing at this point never experiencing this before. Here is a picture of what it looked like...

Thank you Jesus for giving us such good neighbors for our boys to play with! Thank you for these sweet little children, and the safe neighborhood you provide for us!