I have been picking up truck loads of black dirt, shoveling it into wheelbarrows and wheeling it down the hill and into my back yard. All of this is necessary for us to do before we lay sod down and I’m feeling more excited every day. Every morning I think about being one day closer to lounging in my backyard with a cold lemonade while I watch the kids run around and play. They’re feet snuggled in nice soft grass. They’re bodies contained in a fenced area and their imaginations left to roam until they get bored and we go inside. This is my heaven. This is heaven until I move onto the next project like making tiki torches out of reuseable materials or something. Then heaven will be finishing THAT project.
Ugh.
The funny thing about projects is that while you are mesmerizing the world with your ingenuity, the children are playing havoc with anything not nailed down inside the house.
For example, David decided his shoes were too muddy so he beat the dirt clods off his shoes….in my hallway.
Jocelyn found a washable marker and gave herself a full body tattoo. She was a lovely shade a fuschia when I found her. I have to admit that her persistence at getting every spec of her feet, including between her toes, was quite surprising. What was worse was that after I STARTED getting her cleaned up she struggled free and threw her wet, pink arms into my white duvet.
I’m screaming in my mind.
By far the most blood pumping thing that the kids have done since I started working on the yard was when Jocelyn tried to race a RC truck and got in front of it. The RC truck clipped her back ankle and sent her hobbling into the grass. The neighbor boy who was controlling the truck saw that she was bleeding so her picked her up and carried her home. I could see tat she was bleeding pretty bad but that didn’t really alarm me. I didn’t get freaked out until she pointed her toes down which stretched the skin behind her ankle and I could see that she was missing a pretty good chunk of skin and I could see that things weren’t going to be patched up by band-aids. I took her to the clinic and she had 6 freezing needles and 6 stitches to close up a gash that had exposed 3 inches of her achilles tendon.
So, today I’m back at the yard and I am planning on not having any bleeding, catastrophes or accidents today. What do you think my chances are?
oh, that is so nasty. I’m sorry for Jocie, It’s really amazing how fast our bodies heal.
you are so awesome to get all of that hard labor done! This will be a great blessing to be able to corral the little ones.
eeeeewwww. Nasty! Jocey looks like a little ragity-ann doll with huge ugly stitches holding her together. ugg, I can’t even look at it without cringing. You have one brave girl!