Yesterday I had a squadron wives meeting at the house, so I had to pretend to be put-together, which includes having some sort of control over the backyard. I knew I could artfully place the curtains so that I wouldn't have to mow the entire lawn, but I still had to mow the visible and Nathan was not asleep.
So I stuck him in laundry basket with some toys and sat him next to Henry on the patio.
He did great. He looked up every so often to make sure I was still pushing around the noisy thing and chewed on stuff the rest of the time. He even threw a toy overboard.The curtain trick, by the by, did great too. I'm going to have to mow the rest of the lawn sometime, but not today. Today I make amends to my son for sticking him in a laundry basket on the back patio like a redneck woman from lower Alabama.
3 comments:
no shame, you gotta do what you gotta do. heck you had people over that's an accomplishment for sure! :)
Some call Lower Alabama "LA", though I don't know why. Having lived there, I can say that the smell of peanuts hanging in the air doesn't much add to the "LA" vibe.
grass poison.
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