We covered the dying grass dirt with bark, painted the concrete gray, the cinderblock brown, and added some plants. I thought I would try my green pinky (I definitely don't have a thumb) at gardening again. I figure what could it hurt considering that I am at home more now while Baby P takes his naps. In between fighting work fires, I sometimes venture out and water the new plants.....
All in all, it was a lot of work. I basically would feed and play with baby and then put on my work clothes (this consisted of some old sweat pants and a shirt I acquired at a Jimmy Kimmel taping that said, "the more I Jimmy, the better I feel"). It is pretty unnerving, trying to get paint off of your hands as fast as possible so you can head back in and feed baby. My husband definitely did the most work. He is pretty detail oriented and I cannot be trusted with a paint brush. So I just did big brush strokes in certain areas and he made everything look pretty.I cannot believe his ability to paint in a straight line. It is crazy!!
We also added a table and chairs. So now we sometimes head outside and sit with the dogs. I have been trying to introduce Baby P to them and vice versa. Both parties are so mellow, it has been rather uneventful. Unless you count my slight expressions of dissatisfaction when the doggies were allowed to lick Baby P's feet, etc. as he sat in Daddy's lap. I was glad he was sitting with Mike and not me. I don't want Baby P to be afraid of the doggies. And my reaction would probably help promote that. I know their saliva is harmless, but it grosses me out....as I know it grosses everyone else out. Except Mike. We also got a second doghouse, so now they have matching doghouses. It seems to tie everything together, don't you think?
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