While K ran up and down the aisles of the outdoor flower display, I was having visions of the two of us, hands in the earth, bonding over the wonder of helping a living thing set root and grow.
Fast forward a few hours. K keeps trying to lick the spade and yells at me when I try to dig with it. After he finally gives it up, he starts grabbing handfuls of mulch and rubbing them into his hair. Then he takes the spade back and fills in the hole I just dug. JW distracts him while I re-dig. K turns the flat of flowers upside down, then steps on the flowers. He cooperates long enough to pour some water on the flowers, but then tramples the entire flower bed, runs back, and does it two more times before I can pick him up and deposit him elsewhere.
The neighbor girl came over afterwards, when we had put away the gardening tools and he was racing up and down the driveway. "Does he ever stop running?" she asked. Welcome to life with a 2-year old.
Saturday, 2 May 2009
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