Lookin Out My Back Door

After blood, sweat and tears, Joey got the grass planted and the sprinklers working in the backyard. I also got our garden planted after perfecting the art of squatting with a ginormous belly. Our only challenge left is keeping Max from destroying our hard work. So far he's already ripped out the drip system.

From May26

From May26

From May26

Your fork's ringing

I really wonder what life is going to be like with another boy in the house. Max's new "thing" is spitting. I think he picked it up watching us brush our teeth, but he ran with it. No matter where he is or what he's doing, he takes a moment to spit. He also likes to spit in disgust if he doesn't get his way. It's attractive. He spits in his sandbox, he spits in his food, he even spits in his shoes. (sort of sounds like a Dr. Seuss book) We took him to the park and as he was climbing the steps of the slide, he paused halfway up to spit. It was a blustery day and his spit sprayed right back into his face. I think boys are just predisposed to be gross.

Max is pretty funny. Last night at dinner (I use the term loosely because dinner to Max means throwing his food everywhere but his mouth) he picked up his fork like a phone and held it to his ear with his shoulder. He was talking to someone he really liked because he was laughing and talking gibberish excitedly. He lied to his friend, "haha yeah... mmm rice num yummy!" He didn't take a single bite, so I can only determine he was sarcastically telling his imaginary friend how horrible my cooking is. He then finished his fork call with a good spit.

Squash, Anyone?

From Mothersday

I am happy to report that my gardening efforts have not been in vain. My little seedlings are sprouting! The only ones who haven't shown their little green heads are my watermelon plants. My dixie cup planters have worked fabulously, except they have this fuzzy white mold growing on the outside of the cups. It's probably not healthy, so I hope to get my sprouts in the ground this week. I have a feeling that we are going to have more corn and more peas than I ever want to eat.

Besides being the mother to my little sprouts, I was given the royal Mother's Day treatment for breakfast... well as royal as it gets in Dayton. Notice the lovely ice cream scoop sized butter and fancy garnish. Nothing says I love you like grapes on lettuce.

From Mothersday

The force is strong with this one

Come on, the resemblence is uncanny! This was one of our baked potatoes from dinner. Ok, the picture is a little out of focus, but really it was like he was there telling me, "It's a trap!"