Recently my boys have passed the point of laughing at the silly stuff I used to do to grab a smile. It gets harder and harder to get them giggling.
Unfortunately, they also have seemed to take after me in having a slightly unconventional sense of humour. The thing that seems to have us laughing our heads off these days is simple...Ryan. Since moving to Birch Hill he's generally dirty, into mischief and babbling ridiculous stuff for anyone who'll listen.
This morning he outdid himself when he ran upstairs to find us... butt naked, proud as a peacock and smoking a tampon cigar-style. His brothers were hysterical and on the floor laughing for a long while after. This is something they will never let Ryan forget.
Later while working away in the garden he came to greet me wearing one golf glove with a dirty rubber doll head full of water and offered me a drink. "Momma drink with me?" Humm, I was parched, but I resisted and said: "No thanks sweetie."
Then he crunched up his little golf gloved hand and raised it,
"High Fibes" I slapped his little hand with my garden gloved hand.
"Bones?" Then he presented a little fist with crooked little white leather finger sleeves with no fingers inside sticking up at disturbing angles.
We did the fist to fist bones, he was truly thrilled and ran off for another adventure.
Ryan's little funnies left me with renewed vigor to finishing wrestling this HUGE clump of six foot ornamental grass I bought out of the pot and into the ground. My arms and lets are now adorned with stripes of small, paper-cut like scratches from our new leafy friend. The boys said it looks like I got attacked by a cheetah. A cheetah attack sounds so glorious, I'll go with that.
Helpful hint...when working with big sharp plants it makes sense to take the time to change into long sleeves and trousers.
Many thanks to the Epplett/Campbell crew for the gift certificate to the Willow Tree Nursery. It's just down the hill and we had a great morning romping around their picking our new landscape gems. We left with the ferocious but beautiful (cheetah) grass,three pots of silvery artemesia mounds and a couple lavender plants. They grassy aisles of cedar trees were being watered during our visit and we all had a fun cool off running up and down them after getting the thumbs up from the staff.
Micanthis Sinensis "Stacatto" aka Cheetah Grass. Our big clump is lovely beside the porch.
p.s. Of course the tampon was a new one. I would never share anything that gross!