On wet days like this, I miss our ducks. I hope you're enjoying them, Mr. Craigslist guy with big ambitions for a small property.
All that to say, today we went out to play in the mud for awhile, just like ducks. quack.
Boy#1 worked HARD (his emphasis) at spreading hay. About 90 pounds at a time, *if* you can believe it. Until he found an earthworm. Then he played HARD (my emphasis) at finding the perfect new home for wormie, complete with hay to sleep under and dirt to sleep on and neon orange walls to give a sense of...containment.
Boy#2 quickly tired of spreading hay, preferring instead to use his "dirtbike" to flatten some ruts in the yard and his new shovel to flatten some dinosaur heads (giant snowballs).
Boy #3 discovered that the sidewalk makes a perfect escape route,
and was NOT thrilled to be re-routed back to our area again. Mollification came in the form of snack. And then he wanted to nurse on the porch before going off on another rambling adventure. Yes, we still do that and no, it's not weird.
Even the dog was out, if only by default. According to her, cold mud is only slightly more appealing than whining almost all alone in the house (apart from the sleeping dad).
I spread a little hay and took a few pictures. The lilacs are forming buds, I cannot wait to see them in full bloom for the first time.
The grape vines are looking pretty dead, but I pulled a bunch of them over to our side of the fence (neighbors don't seem to want to harvest) and I know from last summer that this vine still produces yummy concords.
I also grabbed a handful of tiny bulbs to bring inside to force. I don't know what they are, they were a surprise found in the side yard when I was planting a little tree last fall. I'm hoping for daffodils, but they're pretty tiny. Do snowdrops have bulbs? And, for the record, this is why I don't *do* my nails. Though I have heard mud is good for your skin?
PS: If you have a kid who still likes picture books, do try to find
Do Like a Duck Does at your local library. Super cute, even for a girl with no rhythm like me.
All that to say, today we went out to play in the mud for awhile, just like ducks. quack.
and was NOT thrilled to be re-routed back to our area again. Mollification came in the form of snack. And then he wanted to nurse on the porch before going off on another rambling adventure. Yes, we still do that and no, it's not weird.
We did do the obligatory "gather as many of your presents as you can find and look like you're happy with them" pic. I will never admit to how many of these came from my mother's attic or a yard sale or thrift store or some such. (Actually, that's not even remotely true. I'll brag to anyone who asks.) If you don't see the gift you bestowed, feel honored; this means we loved it so much it is already a part of our belongings to the extent that we cannot locate it at the present time.
little note about the Cabbage Patch Kid: My mom made that outfit, and I had a matching one for me when I was 5. Yup, she (and I) was really that cool.
Awww, even the dog got a present.
Fer likes it.
Putz dog is not so sure, but she got in the mood eventually and thoroughly enjoyed eating the snowballs chucked her way.
Jury is still out on the ducks....
I was not ready for this.
all the better to bite you with, my dear:
staring contest ('fer won):
love the ears:
It's a big job, first I have to make sure it's the right temperature.
Then I have to taste it to see if she will like it.
Sometimes I need to taste it again just to be sure.
The kitty always tries to take a drink too,
so usually I try to distract her
She likes me a lot. but sometimes she likes to go away too.
It's very dissappointing.
But mommy still loves me, especially when I give her kisses!
Maybe next time I'll tell you about the other thing I get to do every day ;-)
first one to guess what is holding the Putz's attention gets a prize. I'll update with the "answer" pic tomorrow. I'll give you one clue: The boy is just as intrigued, but wouldn't hold still long enough for me to snap a clear pic (trust me, I tried).
