Do you have something you enjoy doing? Not like sewing or running. Something you'd rather not do for anyone else but gives you complete pleasure? For me, that's pulling weeds. I love them. Well, it's a love-hate relationship. I don't like them in my yard but when I see them, well I LOVE to pull them. If you came to my yard, you'd see that we have a lot of weeds. Remember, I have a baby....and a few hobbies, a job, other things, etc. Anyway, when I'm outside, I ALWAYS pull weeds. There's something gratifying about successfully snatching up one of those little boogers by the root. Miss the root and it's devastating.
This afternoon, we had some visits from our cousins Becky and Hank. After a great visit, they headed on their way. I was holding Troy and walked outside with them so he could wave goodbye. Then, I saw those crazy weeds just dangling themselves out of the grass. Of course I had to pull some! I set Troy on the grass and while I stayed in the front yard, I looked at him every couple of minutes. While he pulled on the grass, I proudly plucked several weeds from our yard. The oblivious crabgrass caught my attention and I pulled away. After a good 3 to 4 minutes, I noticed Troy was on the sidewalk (no, he wasn't near the road) patting the ground. As I walked over to check on what he was doing, I saw his hands in the small, muddy, watery hole in the pavement. I ran to grab the camera and caught this:
2 comments:
That's my boy!
lol, he would fit right in with my guys! So cute.
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