I had intended to give him a full eight-hour work day, but when Aunty Tami invited the boys to spend the night I couldn't pass that up, and reduced it to six.
The Good News: Wyatt did work from 8am until 2:30 (with a half-hour lunch break), as far as I can tell without complaint. Well, that alone is huge, HUGE. He sanded, he cleaned up the muck from the gutters, swept part of the driveway, and worked on digging a trench for Kerry. And he was much more pleasant to be around.
The Less-Good News: While he did work the entire time, I wouldn't say he exactly worked hard the whole time. In fact, had we put Tate on the same jobs I would put good money on twice as much work having been done.
In fact, I let Tate and Gunnar play all morning. Tate and I did a 700-piece puzzle (which he chose because, well, he loves trains, and because it relates to our history reading about the meeting of the intercontinental rail road at Promontory Point,) and I only "helped" because I enjoy puzzles, not because he needed help.
After lunch the three of us dug potatoes, and pruned, divided, and moved several plants from my sadly neglected flowerbeds.
But the whole thing got me thinking. Of the obvious.
The boys need more exercise and more work. There are times I wish we lived out in the county, where I had more meaningful work to give them. And more space to turn them loose. But we don't.
Still, there are plenty of projects around here I can get them onto.