You Could Be a Farmer in Those Clothes
Ten points to the first person to identify the movie quote!
We finally got the warm, sunny weather I was so tired of hearing about from my Mid-Western friends so now I’ll bore you by talking about it to. Spring in Connecticut doesn’t so much bloom as EXPLODE. One day there are a few crocuses in the garden and tiny buds on all the trees and then WHAM flowers and leaves everywhere. It’s fantastic. I have to physically restrain myself from running out to my local garden center and spending hundreds of dollars on plants and seedlings I have no idea how to grow. My thumb is best described as a light yellow – I don’t kill every plant I come in contact with but only the strong survive.
Baby Evan and I took advantage of the weather yesterday by lounging on our porch all afternoon, doing out best redneck country folk impressions. I opened up the house, blocked off the stairs and let him have the run of the place.
P.S. One of the comments I get about my blog a lot is “How do you find time to write every day!?” The answer is of course, I neglect my child. Just kidding. But I do neglect a lot of housework, laundry and pretty much all my other interests until I’ve written my post for the day. It is, however, IMENSELY helpful that Baby Evan can be fairly easily entertained, either with toys (to throw on the floor), food (to throw on the floor) or as seen below, my toes.