At this point I think that gardens are highly over-rated.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
We tried to start planting the garden. I say tried because the hubs is in the field and that left me, and the boys. (stop laughing) Immediately starting, Wyatt acts like he can't hear anything. You know, I ask him for the hoe or a pack of seeds and he wanders off aimlessly. Five minutes later I see him zoom by on his bike. I send Levi to chase him down and he says he didn't HEAR us. Right. If I would have said something to the tune of "Who wants to go to Gamestop", he would have been the first one in the car. Levi, G, and I got one row of potatoes in before the father-in-law made an appearance. Of course we were "doing it all wrong" and the "hard way" and "too late". I guess he forgot about the monsoons we have been having every five days. Then he insisted that we go over it again with the tiller. He spent twenty minutes getting it to crank, made two passes, and said he had to go to a reunion. Now I catch a glimpse of G running around with his nice pants on. Correction, he had S's nice pants on. I send Levi to chase him down and tell him to go put on play pants. We continue yet again. S comes outside and tells me that Wyatt will not make him a sandwich but saw fit to eat one in front of him. He helps me by pouring the ENTIRE packet of lima bean seeds into one hole and then he buries them. We spend the next five minutes digging them out and spacing them correctly. I start walking up to the house and realize that our "baby grass" has orange on it. Then I start seeing orange everywhere. The trees, the slate pathway, the sidewalk, the back door, the side of the house, the Gator. It was spray paint that Levi had gotten out to make markers for the rows. The same paint that his grandfather and I had BOTH said to go put away 45 minutes before said incident. S was standing at the back door with an orange finger. Needless to say I morphed into "crazy mom mode" demanding why, when and how. We will never know the answers to said questions. Because the little boy doesn't even know why he did it himself.