But I thought that I would take today's post and dedicate it to my precious Things.
Exciting new developments around the Wagner house in the past few weeks:
Thing 1 and I started some seeds for a vegetable and flower garden. Then we sang to them (and watered them and all that jazz). Then we patiently waited (Thing 1 watched Max and Ruby and I stared blankly at them while hovering over the coffee pot every morning). They are now sprouting, which makes us officially awesome.
|Thing 1 and me on planting day. I'm reading the instructions|
because, as usual, I don't know what the hell I am doing.
|These tomato seeds are from Elmo. Guaranteed to grow!|
|Only nine days later and Thing 1 and I are officially Master Gardeners!|
When it stops being bi-polar on the weather front here (i.e. 70 one day and snowing the next), we plan on transplanting our precious seedlings into the wonderful new (made with wood recycled from an old fence) garden beds courtesy of my handy dandy husband. Once again, we are right on schedule with our projects. We have been talking about doing raised beds for 5 years now. The weeds out here are ridiculous and I am pretty lazy, so I thought raised beds would not only be of great assistance with the weed control, but also helpful for my old lady back. We put the beds out by our little barn, which makes the fact that the horses no longer live in it a bit easier to swallow. Plus, we planted grass out there and tore the fence down, thus giving us more yard to mow (one acre with a push mower- yippee) but less dirt to blow into my kitchen. A decent trade off, I guess. If the grass will actually grow....
Here is a picture of the beds, complete with new barn doors (thanks honey! Now the neighbors can't see how much shit we store in there.) and a fresh pile of dirt that Thing 1 basically has been living in:
|We need to add some nice black top soil to prepare the beds for planting.|
I hope that the grass comes in a little better than this,
maybe I should remember to water it.....
In other news, Thing 2 is now speed crawling, splashing violently in water and putting absolutely everything into his mouth.
Let me translate that:
- Thing 2 magically disappears and then I hear splashing only to discover him gleefully playing in the toilet.
- Thing 2 is playing quietly... too quietly... and he is drooling. A lot. I do a finger sweep to discover one of the following items: a magnet, a toy, an orange peel, dog food, dirt, a rock, and whatever else he finds (or that Thing 1 gives to him on the sly). Yay for the "everything goes into the mouth" stage. Good times.
- Thing 2 loves his bath time so much, and gets so excited, that the bath water churns like the sea that sunk Titanic. Clean up on Aisle 8!
- I have to mop my floors more than I desire because he is crawling all over them and then jamming his fists into his mouth. Cat dander + dog hair + baby drool = gagging (and that is just what I do..)
The letter N is delicious.
Please excuse the door trim.
Wait... what trim?
Never mind that I run around yelling "Get off your brother", "Stop that!", "For the sixteenth time! Get in here NOW! one....two...three...", "Ouch! Stop pinching my fat!", "No! Don't touch!", "No! Don't eat that!", "Where are your pants?" or moaning "Oh my GAWD- GO TO SLEEP!!!!" at 3 a.m.