Weed Thumb

Me: Please don't walk in that patch of dirt.
Neighbor girl (*4 yrs old): Why?
Me: It's my garden.
Neighbor girl: Oh. Is it a weed garden?

(to myself, "what are you trying to say?")

Talent

Wow, I have a talented family. I really, really, REALLY do.

Not only are they talented, but they are even willing to share them- which is even better.
Case in point.
Brother: Builds built in bookcases. He did a FABULOUS job. I just have to finish painting (I'll post better pictures when I'm done).



Mom: Builds sandboxes (and helps with bookshelves).


Dad: Puts in windows.



Me? Well, I can paint. See? These are now chalkboards instead of.... decorative panels.

Oh, and I planted a garden, but only the unwanted beets are coming up.

I think everything else was killed by the snow. Hmm.

We LOVE the park

Walking is Dangerous

See?

Chocolate

Somebody in our house loves, loves, loves, loves chocolate.
Dad had chocolate milk. This guy wanted some SO badly.
This is how he says more.

Oh, how do I love thee- let me count the ways.

I said, "more!"

Babysitting

We babysat our previous neighbors kids for a few days while they stayed in sunny Hawaii. StoneMason loved it.
Why?

- Can we say no cupboard locks? He LOVED this!
He would open drawers, stick random things in them (in this case his sippy cup, which we couldn't find for hourse), and rearrange them.

See?

- Frosted Mini Wheats.. I don't buy them 'cause I'm cheap.
-He also loved "playing" with (aka following around and trying to catch its tail!) their dog.
- Chewy (the dog) showed Mason how to lap up water from the lid of an open dishwasher. Sick. Too bad I didn't have my camera ready.