The Kings of Poop Mountain!
After James slaved away loading up at the farm, we brought the party home. Mason snoozed while we spread out our precious manure and mixed it into our dirt. Well, "we" actually means James.
While he was doing this:
I was enjoying some of these Summertime sweets in the shade. I didn't feel one ounce of guilt. I am really bad at growing things, I'm pregnant and James LOVES gardening.
By the time our sleepyhead woke up, we were ready to plant like the dickens. We planted James' pre-sprouted corn, beans, tomatoes, pumpkins, yellow squash, watermelon, cantaloupe, cucumbers and onions. This is in addition to our previously planted peas, lettuce, peppers, cilantro, carrots and potatoes. So really, if anyone has a hankering for anything fresh and sugar sweet, come on over later this Summer.
On a side note, after we finished and Poppy went off to work, I popped Mason in the tub for some major deep cleaning. Usually he swims around like a little guppy but this time he kept asking (in gestures and toddler talk) for me to join him. Normally I would stand my ground (since he just points and laughs at me anyway) but as I needed a bath too, and he was so endearing, I jumped right in. This was a bad idea. After a couple minutes of shampoo fun, I noticed a very dark submarine toy skulking under the water. Then another and another. To my horror, I realized that my little boy had just pooped in the bathtub for the first time! I was warned that this day would come but I had NO expectation of being IN the water when it did! Yuck!!! I wonder what Martha Stewart would think of that? Maybe we're not too classy after all. D'oh!
8 comments:
You're not really bad at growing things, you're just growing a baby instead of plants! That's totally legitimate! :)
i am so jealous of your garden!! and soren used to poop in the tub when sy was in there with him. i would just hear sy screaming for me like he was dying and then i knew it meant poop. awesome.
Hahahaha...that is too funny! First off, the top picture needs to be framed on your wall. Your little boy is just like his daddy. And secondly...you had to be IN the water when he pooped for the first time?! Of course. I'm sure that helped any pregnancy nausea...I know I would have gagged. Sydney decided to poop in the tub for the first time while we were visiting Marcy in Texas and her little girl was helping me give Sydney a bath. Kids choose the best timing for everything. I'm so jealous of your green-thumbed hubby. We'd love any pointers on gardening! But I'm not sure if I could do the whole manure thing. :)
Haha oH my goodness I would be horrified! This is by far one of my favorite posts, if not my favorite. You make me laugh.
Oh and P.S. I want to come eat corn with you! And all that other yummy stuff! : )
Nothing says James Sieg like a giant pile of stinky poop!!
Ah those dark submarines will get ya everytime.
Hey, talk about coincidences! My sweetie has been mucking about in manure too! Only he doesn't wear manly rubber boots, just a very old t-shirt with holes, and his swim suit. I think we forgot to plant corn. Did you remember the okra?
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