Dirt

This was originally going to be a post about how much cool stuff we have done in the last couple days to our yard.
Followed by some description of the agony in my hamstrings (saved my back by bending my legs) caused by the net movement of about 6,480 lbs of concrete (move twenty seven 60# bags four times each and you’ll see what I mean).

But…

Like all good things around here that story was overridden once I dove into the copious amounts of pictures I took of The Mermaids during this same weekend.

With competition like that, why bother with more complaining.
Although it was something like THIS!!

Oooh, me hammy!

But I digress.

It started with the biggest mountain of dirt TheWeeOne had ever seen.
She scaled it. Why?
Because it was there.

I filled up one of our raised garden boxes that night while it rained and TheWeeOne conquered mountains.

The next day, LaGrande wasn’t to be denied. Despite dance pictures later in the day, she bravely donned gloves to keep her fingernails clean.
She came, she saw, …

… she repeatedly rolled down.

Much bending later and tens of rolled strips of sod, several more trips to the dirt pile, and 10 bags of concrete later, we had another day. This time the sun was out and the parents were a bit more prepared for copious amounts of dirt. We even had a babysitter…sleeping in. Here we have a good likeness of said babysitter.

The Meerkats couldn’t stand it any longer, they had to get down and dirty.

And what a difference a day (or two) makes. Whereas TheWeeOne couldn’t do anything, up or down, without a helping hand on Friday night here we see her inciting her older mermaid to take the NesDirt plunge.

Maybe someday I will have the time to show before and after shots of the actual yard-work. Until that time we will keep playing in the dirt.