Monthly Archives: June 2011

Gardening with a three year old

Woke up. Went grocery shopping. Had caffeine with child in tow at public location. Dropped groceries off at home. Took child to HomeDepot again. Bought rocks etc. Gardened with a three year old for 90 minutes until I was rescued by Daddy.

I like gardening. It is terribly enjoyable to me. And sometimes it’s even fun with my son. Ok, I lie. It’s 50% enjoyable with my son.

I am in the process of renovating our courtyard, such a cute litte area between our garage and townhouse. A really pretty, curvy garden bed with a lovely little bricked courtyard surrounding it. It looked like crap when we moved in 2 years ago. Overgrown rockpit with 4 foot tall weeds.

Since then it has been a vegetable garden (of which we ate nothing) and then a decorative mulch ‘pit’. After the mulch experience and then the discovery of mulch forming some sort of substance that is no longer mulch after its been on the ground for too long, I elected to remove the mulch.

And so I’ve been renovating it. With some help from my son.

At first, he was totally on board. He carried rocks for me and put them in buckets, he dug with his little shovel and carried wee buckets of dirt here and there. He ‘hop hop hop’ ‘d like a frog on the pavers that I put in the garden bed like a path.

And then when I put more in, they turned into train tracks and his many vehicles made some incredible voyages. And then as more and more rocks joined the garden, V’s tricycle started venturing into the garden bed. Then it slowly, bit by bit, ended up in the dirt.

“Mummy! I’m making a choo-choo train!”

“Baby, please get out of the dirt.” I was in the middle of laying down landscaping cloth and smoothing a layer of soil over it.

“No Mummy, I just go der.”

“Honey, please stay out of the dirt. Please!”

“No, I just going der.”

“Baby, DON”T GO IN THE DIRT.”

“It’s Ok Mummy, I just go ober der.”

I am sure you can guess that ‘ober der’ and ‘der’ was exactly where I didn’t want him to be.

And so was the dog. And so was a fire truck. And so were several dinosaurs.

Ack.

Edward interrupted us deliberately and swept V away to the library/book store/PopPop’s pool/ice cream shoppe/etc.

And then I went running. And then I felt better. Running makes everything better. And then I came home and gardened by myself. In my sweaty gym clothes. And then I took a shower and it was delicious.

And by the time the boys came home, I was ready.

Mummys need breaks sometimes. Or they go crazy. Really.

Please, love on the Mummys or they will hurt you…  Either with spades or wine glasses…

xoxo  a.m.

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Sunday, I think it’ll be bloody

As I am sure that all you Mums have had these days, I’ll expect numerous comments commiserating with me. Ok? Great. Glad we are all on the same page.

Sometimes Saturdays… ack. I don’t even know how to finish that sentence. You know how it goes. It starts out great. Angelic even.

Angelic child wakes up, angelic child annouces “Mummy! I no pee in my beeeeedddd!”

Clearly this is a blessed day.

And so we proceed to HomeDepot. Did you know that they do free kid workshops once a month? So does Lowes. Little cute building projects, very fun. And so we decided to go for the first time this morning.

Vince hated it. He hated stepping into the cordoned off area they had set up. He hated the apron they gave out. He refused to wear it. He cried. He screamed. I built the project and fought other kids for the use of the hammer. Edward and I traded places for a while. He had less luck than I did at getting one of the other children to share a hammer with him.

Vince ‘built’ a valet charger. It was terribly complicated. I’d rather build a planter, to be honest.

A bunch of our friends showed up. Vince could have cared less. Even though he knows their children and has played with them before. He just made sullen faces at them. Daddy somehow got him to use a hammer (once he pried it out of the 8 year old next to him).

We dropped Daddy off at home and V and I went and got some caffeine for me at the donut shop.

And then, after that, off we went to Saratoga Springs Resort to watch Edward’s cousin from NYC perform in a choral competition. Lovely singing, V was terribly well behaved. Edward and V whispered during all of the singing, in terribly overly whispery voices. Luckily they were far, far, far away from me.

And then? We went out for lunch and both of them were far, far, far too close to me.

And all patience had left my body at this point. So there was none. Just to clear that up.

I actually do not want to discuss how many times we went to the potty. Or how Edward panic-ordered food for me. Or how everyone gave Vince coins and as a result he ate nothing, just played with them. And then did nothing except repeatedly drop them all on the floor.

I ordered a drink.

And then, Edward had to go to work.

And literally, at that point, I think most people go insane.

I’ll just gloss over the next few hours of total hell and complete lack of patience. I mean, I am pretty sure you know the basics.

Vince is now sleeping. And I literally had to go and do some deep-breathing exercises. And some of those chicken-neck stretching pilates things that I learned at ‘Relax at Work’ seminar at Florida Hospital I attended. Came in very handy.

It seems that at least one of the two days of a weekend have to be like this, with which ever is the other one being pretty much the same. Fooled you, huh? But lets be honest with each other.

Tomorrow is going to suck too. And then Monday and work will start…. suddenly life will get better…

Just a realistic view point. Tomorrow I have too many things to fit in.

Buy paint, paint stuff, buy rocks, finish backyard, feed child, finish laundry, clean floors, buy groceries, make sure dog doesn’t pee in house like Friday morning’s urine explosion, feed child more, go to inlaws, swim with 3 year old, make dinner, put to bed. Well, that’s as far as I’ve got.

I’m sure more things will come up. I’m not expecting much from Sunday. A giant diamond necklace or a back-rub without the ‘backrub’ nuances would be nice. I will be getting neither.

xoxo a.m.

 

 

 

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