
It took 4 days from the time we put the sign out until we received an offer we couldn't refuse (but not in a "Godfather" sort-of-way).
When we got it, she told me how much she loves little babies in jean skirts. Especially if they have striped leggings on.
And especially as they're crawling with their little skirt flapping up.
So here's for you, mom. Wish you could see it in person, but I hope this will do for now.
We love you, Grandma!
and do what I'm doing.
So to keep my plants alive, I had to intervene by picking Grace off the garden over and over. I was trying to plant seeds in the second garden box, but Grace kept crawling on the first. After 15 minutes of getting no gardening done, I gave in and let Grace have at it. I hadn't planted any seeds yet, so I put her on the dirt.
Followed by quality checks in taste
and rubbing the dirt all over her body.
I guess the soil passed her approval. After rubbing it all the way up her body, she rejoiced with hands in the air.
Then gave it an applause.
I didn't have any confetti on hand for her, but she was resourceful and celebrated by throwing the dirt up in the air
again
and again.
Needless to say, our dirt fest ended in the bath tub. It was a fun afternoon, but I hope this doesn't happen every time I have to weed my garden...