Almost there

I’m glad you thought it was funny that I wet my pants at the park. I’m just hoping you would continue to laugh if I told you that I wet my pants again– this time on the treadmill at the gym as I was nearing four miles. I need help? Pleeeaaase. Tell me something I don’t already know. Needless to say, I was doing kegels like a crazy woman all the way home from the temple yesterday, which is like three hours. And no, I did not go to the temple seeking answers regarding my pelvic floor muscles. Can you imagine what would happen to me if I had another baby before getting back “in shape” down there? I’d be wearing bloody depends at the tender age of 30! Anyway…




Oh my heavens. I’m so excited to start working in my yard again. I always liked working in the front yard as a kid. I remember planting a lawn for the first time in our Prince Lane house and not being able to wait to mow that bad boy. I remember that these little tufts of bright green grass would start to push up little patches of the manure and there was little I could do to keep myself from popping the little cow pies off the top of the tufts, because I was so excited to see the grass. Doing that was really bad because the grass was still very fragile and not ready to be exposed to the sun. The tops of the blades of grass were white, and left unbothered by weird ten-year- old girls, would eventually become green and strong and push through the manure when they were good and ready. Anyway, mowing a nice green lawn has always given me the same high (if not more, because of the chance of getting some sun) that vacuuming does. I can hardly get enough of it. So I’m just super excited that the time of year has come when we can start mowing the lawn and planing flowers again! (Brian usually mows the lawn–and that’s the way he prefers it, so if I want to do it, I have to do it while he is away. I guess my lawn mowing skills are not quite up to his standard.) I just recently went to Costco and got my first round of little color spots for my yard. Oh, and I got the most darling little miniature Canadian spruce trees to put on either side of our garage. (I can’t wait to have a house whose garage does not face the front.) They have this bright green fuzzy new growth all over them that is so fabulous. I had planned on shaping them into topiaries, but now I’m thinking I may just leave them the way they are. What do you think?

And Camp had a good ol’ time making a fort–pardon me–a “squirrel trap” in our yard the other day. Can you see the duct tape with the leaves stuck to it? I know it all makes our yard look like the ghetto, but it is so worth it to have Camp playing outside. Isn’t that the kind of stuff that little boys are supposed to do? I love it.