I don't have any pictures to post at the moment, but I have some information that I wanted to share.
So, this weekend, I decided to go to GR to help Shannon and John work on the house. On Sat. Shannon tells the kids to go in the front yard (by themselves) and wash out a spackling bucket. I'm not to fond of the idea of three little ones standing out in the front yard with no supervision. A while later, Shannon asks where Linken is. Are you joking? I go out front to find all the kids playing in the water, and as a mean aunt would do, I moved them all to the back yard. I then realize that the gate to the backyard doesn't work. Shannon says something like, "Linken will stay with the girls. He wont wonder off." Huh? Are you kidding me? After voicing my concern, for quite some time, John and Shannon finally fix the fence so the kids are locked in. Although I was a bit more satisfied, I was still nervous about the fact that the entire backyard was covered in boards filled with nails, disgusting old couch cushins that were probably filled with numerous creepy things, and rotten food. I picked up what I could, then cringed as I watched the kids play on the disgusting cushins. Later, I hear Shannon tell John's sister that I am up-tight with the kid-stuff. Huh???
Next, on Sunday afternoon, I walk into the bathroom to discover Linken playing in the toilet with Mom's hair brush and comb. He is covered from head to toe in toilet water. I get Shannon to take care of the situation. A few minutes later he walks into the kitchen still covered in the disgusting water. I go and find Shannon reading a book acting as if nothing had happened. I commented, "Linken is covered in toilet water." Shannon responds, "What do you want me to do about it?" Huh? Did she serously just say that? Needless to say, Liken did not get cleaned, and I thought to myself, "I don't think I'm as up-tight about the kid-stuff as you all think I am, I just have some common sense:)"