Chris had his first week of vacation this past week. He gets 4 weeks a year, but doesn't really get to choose when he gets it. We had planned on working on our dead backyard whenever he had vacation, unfortunately, the August heat wasn't the most accommodating for that.
I had made Sam's 4 month well check on
monday so that
chris could actually come to one of the visits. She got her vaccines...followed by 5 days of a fever.
Here's her stats: *14 lbs (75
th percentile) *26 1/4 inches (95
th percentile)
The pediatrician said after seeing
chris this all makes sense! I am seeing another bean pole in the family...
Tylenol is now her favorite treat. She hung out in her pjs the entire day and took some killer naps poor girl.
Blue print (drawn by Chris, resident by day, landscaper by night)
The blocks are
pavers, the space between will be our lovely wanna be grass. The circles are trees already in place.
Before hours and hours of digging and raking
He was trying to talk me into giving him a wheel-barrow ride
This is what happens when you try to apply sunscreen to your own back (notice that he used the underneath technique on the left and overhand on the right). It is really my fault because I told him he needed to take off his shirt because all that time in the hospital was turning him into a ghost (a nurse even asked him last week if he was going to pass out, sadly he is just pale!)
I can't even say how many hours he spent out there digging in the 100 degree heat. I was so impressed by his determination to get the job done. I know it doesn't look like much now, but we have plans (and thanks to
chris it might actually happen!)
Now the question is: what do you do with loads and loads of dirt?
Victim
Culprit
Blue print (drawn by Chris, resident by day, landscaper by night)
Before hours and hours of digging and raking
He was trying to talk me into giving him a wheel-barrow ride
This is what happens when you try to apply sunscreen to your own back (notice that he used the underneath technique on the left and overhand on the right). It is really my fault because I told him he needed to take off his shirt because all that time in the hospital was turning him into a ghost (a nurse even asked him last week if he was going to pass out, sadly he is just pale!)
I can't even say how many hours he spent out there digging in the 100 degree heat. I was so impressed by his determination to get the job done. I know it doesn't look like much now, but we have plans (and thanks to chris it might actually happen!)
Chris was trying to recreate the scowl she was born with
