No, don't help me, Mom - I'm going all the way to the top and then I'll just jump right over to the playset. Easy!
Dancing the happy garden dance.
A dirt box is so much cooler than a sand box!------------------------
Soooo glad that we are able to get outside a bit now. Even though Natalie and Owen are 100 times better together than they were six months ago, they are still siblings, you know. Sometimes I just have to pack them in the car and take them to the park if they are fighting like cats and dogs. At the park I don't have to worry about them killing each other - only about them (ok..him) killing himself by doing gymnastics moves at the top of the slide (why, why, why do they put a bar at the top of the slide that just screams "swing on me like a crazy monkey, just like you do at gymnastics") or sliding down tall slides on his back, head first.
The other exciting Springtime activity is that we have prepared a new little garden space. Have to say, a 6 x 3 plot sounded bigger than it really is. Still...I don't want to get too ambitious for our first foray into gardening. And Day One of having the plot makes me question the wisdom of a garden at all. Both of the littlest ones were ecstatic, and dug in the dirt with shovels (hard, metal shovels...did I mention the hard, metal part) like crazy. Of course that led to flinging dirt like crazy. That led to "He's digging in MY dirt and throwing it on me! Get him awaaaay!!!" Why did gardening sound so relaxing last Fall? And HOW am I going to convince Owen that we can't dig in the dirt after seeds are planted? I may have to just go with pre-grown small plants that he can see. He wouldn't dig those up, would he? No, surely not. Hmmmm. Anyway, it will all be worth it when we have a bucket full of hot peppers. Since that is the only vegetable that Jim will eat from the garden, veggie-phobe that he is. I wonder how many hot peppers a 6x3 plot can produce?
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