What do you wear when you head out to rake leaves? Carter picked out his swish-swish pants (you know, that type of fabric that goes swish-swish when you walk) and his favorite sweater. To this he added mittens, a scarf, my old flowered hat and some sunglasses.
We grabbed our rakes and went off to tackled the yard, one little boy sized rake and one momma sized rake.
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don’t get used to him helping–when they get older and the novelty wears off, watch out
he looks adorable though–wonder if I told my sons they could wear sunglasses and their swish swish pants if they would go happily in my much leafed yard?
Well, I think at this point his “helping” really makes the chores take longer, but I am glad for his company.
Swish-swish pants and sunglasses make everything more fun, maybe your boys will think so too. 😉
although they are 21 and 26 and only live here intermittently
Regardless of their age, they are boys, and they just might go for mulching leaves while wearing sunglasses.
so true – ha ha
Great description of his outfit! Love the swish-swish…
Oh I can’t take credit for the swish-swish description, that one is all Carter. I find it pretty cute, but then I am his mom and how could I not?
I live for words like that from my little ones!
He is really cute – and “swish swish pants”! Hahaha! We used to help mom rake the leaves all the time. It usually consisted of us either jumping in the piles, or building elabrate houses out of them. (We made outlines of the rooms with the leaves, and the clear spots were where we lived). Ah… Good times…
Your houses of leaves reminds me of the grass houses my sister and I would make in our small apple orchard by the garden. The grass grew really tall in the apple orchard so we would crawl around, pressing down the grass to make rooms and trails in the grass. It was a great place to hide and play the day away. I loved those childhood moments.
Ah…maybe I could get a certain Granddaughter to ‘help,’ if we made her a stylin’ outfit like that!
(Not that I actually rake…we just leave them where they blow, and call them Mulch 😉 )
I think a stylin’ outfit could only help matters. 🙂
And by the way, we have never raked the leaves from the yard before this year. It was Carter who decided that it needed to be done. I thought it was kind of fun he wanted to to that so we ran with the idea.
The leaves look very beautiful… maybe Carter would enjoy arranging a composition of them on a board… or some cardboard. I think it would be fun.
They really are beautiful. It is funny you mention making a leaf composition for it was just a day or so before or after the leaf raking (I don’t recall now which it was) that him and I collected a wide variety of leaves on our walk to and from the bus stop to use for leaf rubs (place a leaf between two pieces of paper and rub the top piece with a crayon to pick up the imprint.) We laid them out on a towel to dry, so pretty with their different colors, shapes, and sizes. It was more fun collecting them than doing the art project!
I totally knew what swish swish pants were before I even read your description! Looks like a perfect leaf-raking outfit to me! That’s really great that he helps out with chores… we are working on getting our girls to do more chores too.
Carter comes up with some pretty great descriptions for things, one being the swish-swish pants.
What is so funny about him helping rake leaves is that we don’t ever rake our leaves, just let them mulch themselves. Carter got this wild idea that we had to rake up all the leaves in the yard so he recruited me to help him.
Ha ha, my son has a pair of swish, swish pants too – only he calls them his “noisy” pants. Classic! Beautiful pictures!
“Noisy” pants! Very funny. 🙂
Wow, is that your yard! Goes right into the woods. Great, I would love that.
Yes it is. We are so lucky to have our house tucked in the far back of our one acre plot of land. Most of it is wooded, offering such a great feeling of being in nature. And, of course, the boys love playing in our own little personal forest. 🙂
Thanks for the comment.