I don't remember what we were eating and I guess it doesn't really matter. Grant wasn't thrilled with it but he found a novel way to eat it. I suppose it's less offensive (but also less effective) than holding his nose. Note in this next picture that he's stirring his chocolate milk to wash it all down with. 
Now there's a strategy I can identify with.
It's not quite as bad as it looks. After I started wiping the rusty residue away from the various gears I found that most of them were in good shape. The sliding gear that actually transfers power was the worst. 
I scraped and filed and sanded and chiseled at it until the outer gear would slide freely. Then I cleaned out the old grease and packed all of the gears back in with new grease. It was then that I wished that I had been a little more methodical about organizing the various nuts, bolts and pieces when I was disassembling it. 
In spite of it all, I got it back together without serious mishap and, more importantly, without any leftover mystery parts. And amazingly enough, it actually works! I got the garden tilled and we'll be planting in no time. Anybody want some zucchini?
And the verdict is...
...about the same as the boys' first time. 
Hmmm, we still see those faces some days at mealtime.
The boys seemed to enjoy the hunt, even though crabs really weren't hard to find. 
Naturally, we posed for the obligatory group shot. 
We also decorated eggs with the boys. 
Naturally, it quickly devolved into an egg mashing party. 
My favorite moment of the night was when Grant asked me where the Silly Putty was. Sorry, wrong type of egg.
Here's the finished product in use on the beautiful 70° Saturday we experienced today. 
Of course, the boys were thrilled to be able to rediscover all of the things from our yard. Grant began adding to the pile of wood in the play house. 
Cole made an appearance as well but he was more interested in being silly than moving logs. 
Although he did put the swing through its paces. 
And there's no better way to end a beautiful day than with popcorn and a movie with your best friend. 
..they might be digging in the dirt... 
... or getting slammed in a door by a careless twin brother... 
... or somehow, mysteriously, getting covered with purple and orange marker. 
"I don't know how it happened, Dad!" 
I'm guessing the left hand knew exactly what the right hand was doing... and vice versa.
