Yesterday we planted. (cross fingers it’s really done freezing!)
I planted strawberries, lilies, and sunflowers.
My Dear Husband planted corn, tomatoes, eggplant, peppers, and onions.
Miss 3 (yes, it’s official, Miss 2 is now Miss 3) planted Fat, Happy Baby.
Seriously.
I got home from taking Miss 8 to ballet and everyone was outside frolicking in the dirt. Fat, Happy Baby had been absolutely covered by Miss 3. Her red hair was brown. Her face was brown. Her clothes were demolished.
I admit, I kind of grilled My Dear Husband about what had happened, but he assured me that Fat Happy Baby loved being planted. She was thrilled. Joyous. Giggling.
I get the feeling that pretty soon Miss 3 and Fat Happy Baby are going to gang up and take over this family. Or maybe just me. . . . . Calm little Miss 5 will not be here to help- she’ll be at kindergarten and I’ll be here. Alone. With Them. *Gulp*
I think they conspired in Heaven. I know my grandson Mr. 3 and my granddaughter Miss 2 did. They are dangerous alone and even worse together.