Hey Little Booger

A general memo to DS, aged 4 months:

Ok little booger, you have succeeded in bringing your mommy inside when it's a beautiful day out--sunny, not too hot, just a little breezy. And you successfully lulled me & your daddy into thinking you were all snuggled up for your nap, at the appointed time, exactly when your big sister went down for her nap.

We know that you don't understand this, but it is the FIRST TIME in, oh, MONTHS that the weather has cooperated, our schedules have cooperated, and we are both *committed* to getting the yard work DONE, including all weeding, weed whacking, weed spraying, weed blasting, weed removal and general nuisance plant removal. Grass mowing is even now commencing with your father at the helm of the trusty lawn mower, and yet, you sit pouting in your swing and fussing at me as if to say, "Hold me Mommy, hold meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Kiddo, you are very young, but you have to understand--we do not live in sunny Arizona any more, where it is always sunny and the weather is pretty gosh darn predictable, if at times a little too hot. No, we now live in the Pacific Northwest, where it will try to rain on you even when it is sunny, as if it has lured you outside and now must attempt to spit on you by its very nature. And in fact, it is even now attempting to do this and ruin the chance to get copious amounts of yardwork done.

We have weeds trying to grow on top of weeds. We have a huuuuuuge vegetable bed just waiting for seeds & water so we can grow lots of tasty veggies for you to eat later this summer. Just imagine, your very first fruits and veggies could come from OUR yard! Mommy can almost see the plants that are supposed to be there in her shade bed, which she created when you were growing in her tummy. It's all there kiddo, all this potential, and in order to realize our dream (ok I admit this may be a bit of hyperbole, but it's certainly a fond hope) of having a tidy yard, you HAVE to go to sleep now! Your sister is very cute but when it comes to helping in the garden she is of the "Let's go visit Miss X (neighbor) Mommy!" and "I want to dig Mommy, let ME do it" and frankly we just can't get a lot done with her help. So son, I'm afraid I am insisting that you go back to sleep and let me get back outside and back to work! Please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?

DS's response: "Gah! Ah? Blurp." Wide eyed and still complaining at the end of this post. *sigh*