I turned off the mower and in a pretty harsh tone said/yelled “Really, Charlie? REALLY? What are you doing with my iPhone? You know you’re not allowed to play with that if you don’t ask me first!”…to which he replied “Just taking a picture of you mommy. You’re pretty when you mow the lawn.”

Aw, man!

I walked over to him with my head tilted, put my hand on my heart and in the loviest voice I could muster, I cocked my eyebrow and said “Oh baby, you are the sweetest boy ever! That was a very quick, very smart response – so I’m gonna let it slide this time. Now go put it back on the charger & please know that if you take it again without asking, I’ll glue your perfect little fingers together, ok baby?” He giggled, turned around to open the front door then looked back at me with a smirk and said “Yeah, that was a good one, wasn’t it mommy.”

“Yeah, buddy. That was a really was a good one.”

When he becomes a spectacular liar in high school, please remind me of this!

After weeks of ‘figuring it out’ my little area is finally complete!!! The color is a bit off because it’s wet…and there is still sand that needs sweeping, but all in all, I’m quite proud. And aching. A lot.

I grabbed a shovel and did this:

Then I grabbed these people:

And did this:

Then I unloaded my car:

 

so I could have some time to get this done:

(please note the leveled AND graded 1×4 frame…thank you!)

Then I did this:

 And just to be sure…before painstakingly putting every paver in place and positioning it with a rubber mallet, and leveling each one, etc. – I tossed the pavers down to be sure they would fit and to be sure I liked the pattern I had in mind…

I loved the pattern…they totally fit…BUT…I hate the 1×4’s so I pulled it all out and will reframe it today with 2×4’s.  I’m an idiot.  Stay tuned!  I’ll keep you posted!  Two Words:  Girl Power! 

FYI – this whole process has actually taken me weeks…not hours.  And THREE trips to the hardware store…not one.   TRUST ME!

My incredibly creative, bright & artistic 4 year old daughter handed me this eye-sore yesterday.

I nodded my head and said “Wow Reese…pretty cool…tell me about it.” And because she’s 4 she used her ‘what are you stupid’ tone with me when she said: “Mom, look at it. It’s a piece of paper with those package things and straws and glue. A lot of glue. Like a lot a lot. Do you like it?”.

Before I could answer my 6 year old little slice of perfection (Charlie) said “Theresa, it’s not your best work. Do you REALLY want that on the fridge?”

Theresa said “Nope. I don’t to look at this everyday.” Then she threw it in the garbage.

Charlie looked at me and said “You’re welcome, Mom.”

(LOVE HIM FOR THAT) I mildly scolded him for being hurtful – and asked Theresa to please take it out of the garbage so I could put it on the fridge…she said “If you really like it that much, put it in your office so I don’t have to look at it, okay?”