Love from the garden

I was in my miniscule garden this morning, plucking out the ripe strawberries for my family to enjoy.  It was so pleasant and peaceful, a great way to start my day.  Of course, I left some out for the kids to pick after school.  I really wish that I had more land to grow more things, I really enjoy growing my own food, and knowing exactly where the food we’re eating came from.  My husband offered to dig up the other plants that are in that area so I could grow more fruits and veggies, and I just may take him up on that!

We are thinking about moving in the near future, and I definitely think I will look for a home that has a lot of land for me to garden in.  So what are some of your favorite things to grow, and some of your favorite gardening resources?

Chaos and Destruction

This is how I see my 20-month-old, Aedhan, a lot of the time.  I love him more than air, but honestly, he is tough to parent at times.  He is a very high-needs kinda guy, and clings to me contstantly.  He dislikes pretty much everyone who doesn’t live in this house.  He can tolerate other women, but if another man besides Daddy dares look him in the eye, all hell breaks loose.

He has quite the Irish temper, too.  (He doesn’t get it from me, I swear!  ::looks around nervously::)  If he doesn’t get his way, he kicks, screams, and headbutts.  Don’t forget about throwing everything in sight.  You do remember the way the Tasmanian Devil tore through the forest, right?  Leaving destruction in his wake?  That’s Aedhan!  In the past two days, he has broken the ceiling fan, the toilet tank lid, and a glass.

Momma needs a big fat drink.  Of course, now I feel badly for writing this because he looks so cute right now, he’s dancing around, rocking out while Daddy plays Guitar Hero.  I guess you just can’t stay mad at them, can you?

I’m thinking of opening an underage nightclub.

I sit here with a 20 month old and a 4 year old, who are wide awake and ready to take on the world. They have no interest in sleeping. “Sleep? We don’t need no stinkin’ sleep!”

I figured I may as well make something out of my late-night misery, so why not open an underage nightclub here?? A rockin’ late-night playgroup, where these oddball nightowl children can hang out, rockin to Dan Zanes and Laurie Berkner while enjoying their sippy cups.

Bet I would make a lot of money….***yawn***

Should I paper train him?

My little guy is 20 months old.  He categorically refuses to wear his diaper.  He apparently channels Houdini, and can get out of his diaper no matter what I put on him to wear.  Today alone, he has peed in inappropriate places THREE times.  The most recent time, he took off his diaper, squatted down, and peed right next to the diaper.

I’m confused.