Saturday, September 22, 2012

Fearless

I don't think Pookie has any concept of what fear is.  Granted, he is 20 months old.  His brain isn't hard wired to figure out that doing certain things might result in injury.  Also, he is all boy.  One of my younger brothers was known for jumping off of everything.  Making a flying leap from the couch to that chair that is five feet away.  No problem!  Crash!  It is astounding that none of us needed stitches due to stupidity.  Pookie seems to be following in his Uncles footsteps. 

I brought Pookie to a playground a couple of days ago, to help him get his wiggles out.  At this particular playground there were three sections.  One for toddlers, one for young kids and one for bigger kids.  Pookie makes a bee-line for the big kid section.  I can't say that I blame him.  It was the biggest structure on the playground, and it had a lot of fun things to do on it.  I attempted to steer Pookie towards the toddler structure.  He made it down the slide once before heading to more interesting things.  We did spend a good amount of time at the middle structure.  There was this tube that connected one half to the other.  Pookie had a great time scooting from one side to the other.

Of course, we made a couple trips over to the big kid structure.  Pookie needed to check everything out.  Over the summer, Pookie has developed a love for slides.  Nanny got a Little Tikes slide and swing for the back yard.  This was a very big hit with Pookie.  Apparently, when it comes to slides, in Pookie's opinion, bigger is better.  As we were wandering on the big kid structure, Pookie finds the tallest slide that spirals down to the ground.  He scooted right up to it, and down he went.  The little stinker had the nerve to look at me with this "Ha ha ha! Look what I'm doing!" face as he was going down.  I had visions of him shooting out of the slide and landing several feet away.  Pookie at least had the smarts to use his sneakers to slow his decent. That gave me enough time to get to the bottom before he landed.  He looked so proud of himself.  I redirected him to the swings.  Regardless, a good time was had by all!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

MIA

On Sunday, I had the bright idea of ripping out the flower plot next to the house and to re-organize it.  No, this isn't the massive garden on the side yard.  That sucker isn't going anywhere any time soon.  There is a patch of garden next to the drive way, by the back door.  Three years ago, I put in several lily's that I transplanted from my grandparent's old house.  Of course they had the audacity to grow and were looking a little overgrown.  It didn't help that Rob re-painted that side of the house and trampled any vegetation that was living over there.  Regardless, it looked sad. 

With Pookie by my side, I went to town digging everything up.  I find it very entertaining to watch Pookie with a shovel.  He can keep himself busy for quite a while.  Then when he got sick of digging holes, he would go into the garage and "help" Rob paint the dump truck.  (On a side note, Truck Day is on Sept. 9th.  Rob loves to bring his trucks down and show them off.  Of course the trucks have to be shiny and looking spiffy.) 

As I was digging up the garden, I went in search of bulbs that I have planted over the past couple of years.  I managed to find the hyacinth and the muscari bulbs, but the tulips were no where to be found.  Mind you, I had at least a half dozen tulip bulbs, and I could not find a single one.  I really hope that somehow I just missed them and they will pop up next year.  However, I think they have disappeared.  My mother-in-law suggested that the squirrels might have gotten them.  I never saw any signs of the ground being disturbed where the bulbs were located.  I guess the waiting game is on.  It will be interesting to see what actually pops up in that garden next year.