Sunshine filled mornings call us to the outdoors. Shovel in each of our hands we dig up weeds, mix mud, and wiggle with the worms. The flowers are blooming ...next door that is. At our house, the weeds are spreading in the grass. As I show Bailey the ways of pulling up weeds I wonder if the garden I intend to plant someday will survive the curiosities of a toddler I just taught to pull up plants.
Solution? The watering can. The worry? Over watering and the fascination with the faucet by the house creating future floods and grass too tall to mow with my "Green" push mower.
Not only are the weeds growing faster than we can tackle, but someone else has growing tall enough to swipe things off the counter tops. Today I was preparing our lunch, filling his plate with cheese and veggies when it disappeared. Then a spoon disappeared. Then a bowl of olives disappeared. I looked down to discover Bailey with an empty bowl in hand, a sly grin on his face, and surrounded by squished olives on the floor.
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