I hate yard work. Like really, really hate yard work. My mother is like a master gardener and when I was a child she would beg for me to come out and plant with her. And then when we moved to the South and she found out that our new neighborhood chose a "yard of the month" and you got a sign in your yard for that month...well, lets just say it was game on and we had the nicest yard...every month. They had to be fair and spread the sign around, but my mother continued to work tirelessly in our yard.
So, anyway, I hate yard work, BUT I do have an appreciation for a nice yard and therefore, I suck it up and plant things.
Except for these past three years when I didn't plant anything.
But at our old house, our yard was quite nice with lots of plants and flowers. Just sayin.
But back to the beginning...
When we were driving into town, I turned around and saw this in the back seat....
Oh. My. Gosh. Do you see that? He's not a baby anymore! He like, a real, live, little boy. Although he would be really upset with me if I called him a little boy to his face. He is a BIG BOY. He is 2 years and 10 months old. These are some of the things that he can do....
1. He is completely potty trained.
2. He knows all of his letters and can find them out of order.
3. He can count to 10 in English and Spanish.
4. He can spell his name.
5. He knows his days of the week.
6. He knows how to entertain himself by hiding his plastic Easter eggs and then conducting his own egg hunt...with himself. While you cheer him on. While he finds the eggs that he hid.
And then there were these two....
who are becoming more tweeny everyday. And I just don't like that very much.
And I can't leave out our trusty driver...
While this is not the F.O.I.L. (keepin algebra fresh) t-shirt, it is a "Metaphors Be With You" shirt...and some guy at Five Guy (not one of the five) complimented Chris on it.
When we got to Lowe's, Q had the option of riding in the cart or wearing his backpack (with the leash). He choose the back pack because he actually does like it...although he didn't like it when I told him that we were done and he had to leave the fountain display. This was prior to me breaking that news to him....
Approximately 3 minutes after this picture he was writhing around on the ground moaning. An older gentleman passed by and didn't really know what to make of the situation. And then Q kept lunging back for the fountains...only he was tethered...and he kind of looked like a Three Stooges act.
Today we planted. And I am super tired, so I will tell you more about that tomorrow.
Have you seen these? They are my new favorite earrings in the shop. Seriously. I am in love with them.