Monday, May 18, 2009
For some reason my son is in love with my bed. He loves to curl up in the sheets, nap there, play there, roll there, jump there. It doesn't even matter if it has it's sheets on it. The boy will take the basket off the chair to get up there. And he hates coming down. It's an interesting phase.
We had a busy productive weekend stripping trim, planting more flowers (I know, is it possible?), visiting the Grandparents, debating how to get rid of poison ivy among flowers, going to a graduation party...we're exhausted. My brain has melted down so much I can't even think of the cute stuff Matthew said this weekend. What a shame. Because the whole reason for this blog is the boy. Of course, the plants creep in there just like poison ivy. I should probably put a warning on the blog. CAUTION: This lady is a plant nut! Don't read further if not interested in every tiny detail of her plants. (As they say on Everybody Loves Raymond, it's not really about the kids...)