Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Not the case.
In fact, it was because Jackson must've transported a few of those deer pellots there as well as carried them around.
When I walked over to the bird fountain with my hose, I found the container filled with water... with 4 pellots at the bottom. I'm pretty sure no deer is tall enough OR flexible enough to hike a leg that high and take dump.
The mystery continues --- just what else did Jackson do with the doo?
Thursday, July 16, 2009
When it was time to come inside, I was preparing my speech about how we needed to leave the outside "things" outside when we came inside. In other words, DROP THE ROCKS, kid.
The speech changed dramatically when I discovered they were indeed deer poop pellots. Followed by intense hand washing.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
So here we are, 4 years later. Molly and her family visited me on their way to the Twin Cities last Friday. I got to craft with her two daughters and show them Mayo, as well as just reconnect and chat. Thanks Molly - for a great visit!
Monday, July 13, 2009
As I mentioned, Jackson had a pretty rough afternoon yesterday, what with smashing his finger to smitherines and all. The only two sources of comfort after the tragedy were 1) Finding Nemo (thank goodness he's starting to pay attention to movies - a little bit) and 2) chocolate milk.
As if he weren't spoiled enough from that, I went today to Dairy Queen for his very first summer ice cream cone. His first one at all, actually. Loved the moment!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
But we're back. And I'm starting to resurface again.
My favorite new things Jackson is saying these days:
"Wuv you much." (Love you SO much)
"You betcha" (Thanks Jenn!)
"Mo Awnmower" ("More lawnmower" - always alerts me to the fact that one is running - when is one NOT? - and wants to see more)
"I onno" ("I don't know")
"Where are you?"
He also loves saying:
Electricity (The electricity went out recently and I had to explain to him that the lights are not working because the electricity isn't working [blame it on the poor squirrel soul who caused our transformer to blow] and he is now FIXATED on the word)