Raised Beds, Phase Two.

Greg dug and dug and dug post holes, both with and without the Bobcat auger (thank you, Jefferson County clay and rock).

during construction day 2

We found all manner of debris beneath the soil in our yard. We heard stories of a car lying somewhere beneath the fill. There are those who say bodies are buried below our yard.

We found this and had to yank it out with the Bobcat:

I wonder when we will find a body buried in our yard - we have found everything else

We measured and cut and bolted and cursed.

And then there were two

And then there were two.

Now we need to cut the posts down and figure out what the hell we’re going to do with our yard…or what is left of it. I predict another Bobcat rental in our future.

Hours of Entertainment.

This almost empty peanut butter can really did occupy Vinnie for a very long time. His head was buried in it most of one morning, I believe.

But then Greg took mercy on Vinnie and cut the can open so Vinnie could reach the far-away peanut butter.

Big softie.

Vinnie is crazy

Raised Beds, Phase One.

Well, you saw the delivery we got the other day.

Today we started our project. Here are a couple of photos – the first taken fairly early in the day (though Greg had done a lot of earth moving by then, as you can see), and the second taken near the end of the day.

Digging holes in this yard is nearly impossible

Day one almost over

If I can’t grow something in this, I might as well hang up my hat.

Congrats, Laurel!

Her project about environmentally-friendly insulation is going to the greater St. Louis Fair.

Laurel

Great job, kiddo!

And Now, For Our Next Trick…

We received a delivery today.

I suppose he was trying to be helpful

Special Delivery

We’re all very excited.

I really thought he was going to pee his pants with excitement

And one of us has learned how to stand when talking to the fellas.

Practicing the 'Good ol' boy standing around shooting the shit' stance

After limping along for a few years with an in-ground garden – in part because we didn’t want to spend the money if we weren’t going to be here long term, we’re building raised beds. BIG raised beds with FANCY soil. Now that’s commitment.

This is going to be a crazy weekend.

Ethan-isms, Part II.

Our beautiful blonde son with the big, innocent eyes has taken to breaking the ice with strangers by saying, “Before I got kickeded out of school…”

Oh, the reactions.

(Yes, kickeded. He makes everything past tense to double-past-tense.)

Two Things:

First of all, Happy Birthdays to Anita (today) and to PawPaw (tomorrow). May your days be free from all cares!

Also, anyone who has been around Ethan lately knows he is absolutely obsessed with outer space. I have fielded more questions about Saturn and Jupiter than I can count. They are, after all, his favorite planets. I’ve tried to address what might happen if the planets suddenly left orbit, how many moons each of the planets have, if the sun rotates like Earth, if we could shoot right through Jupiter’s atmosphere if we had a rocket fast enough, etc., etc. You get the picture.

As you may imagine, it was getting a little old.

But today he said:

“I love you more than the moon is heavy.”

I hope he thinks of a few more questions.

Just Overheard in Our House:

“UNCUFF YOUR BROTHER AND GO SCOOP THE LITTERBOX!!!”

Only here.

Mischief Defined.

I think this says it all:

Badness

On Taxes.

Laurel: “Mom, why don’t we just get rid of taxes?”

Me: “Because if we didn’t pay taxes, we wouldn’t have services like ambulances, libraries, roads, fire departments, public schools…”

Laurel: “Oh, yeah. Good point.”

Ethan: “And we wouldn’t have lines on the roads, either!”

Me: “Well, true.”

Ethan: “Wouldn’t it be cool if we didn’t have to pay anything AND we still got to have all those things?”

Me: “Yeah. Yeah, it’d be cool. Good luck with that.”

 
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