This year, I have decided (much like I have decided the past two years), that I must make a lovely veggie garden in my backyard. Due to either being uncomfortably pregnant or freshly off the choppin' block from giving birth, spending great amounts of time outside for personal enjoyment have been hardly likelihood. Visions of making a strawberry patch have been swimming in my mind for a few years now. But alas, I have yet to make my dreams of fresh vegetables and juicy berries a reality. But I am not to be thwarted this year. Oh no...I will be tasting those vine-ripe berries soon. I can already envision Alex and Abby plucking the berries while I water the rest of the garden. So to begin my steps into this adventure, my wonderful mother borrowed my Grandma's tiller and helped me make the starting spot to where my new garden will grow. However, it became an instant play-spot for the kids. Once the tilling was done, they were both ankle-deep in the dirt. Abby took a few bites for good measure, and Alex made it his own personal tractor playground. Needless to say, they both got very good baths that evening before dinner. The pictures say it all of course.
Part two of this entry is about Alex's new found fear. Or should I say fears? Thus far, he has been mostly a fearless kid. The only sign of fear he has ever really shown towards an object has been that of his massive fear of doctors. Who could blame the kid though? I mean, he has had way too many run-ins with the hospital for his age. Of course, that fear has slowly become a bit more controlled. He doesn't scream bloody murder thanks to the switching of his pediatrician (see this blog for the story behind it). Anyhow, last night we had one of the first bigger storms of the new spring season and with it came the expected thunder and lightening. It has been awhile since Alex has actually heard a storm, and I didn't really think much of it. (in actuality, I was thinking about whether or not we were going to be sucked away by a tornado if the storm got bad enough) Alex disappeared into his bedroom to get his pillow and after a rather nasty little crash of thunder/lightening, he came running back to me screaming with tears pouring down his little face. Terrified beyond measure. Poor little kid. He clung onto me until the storm passed, crying with every bolt of lightening or rumble of thunder. He kept telling me he was scared. This is all very new in his 'fear' category. He only really has one other fear right now. For some reason, he has become afraid of bugs, spiders, and bees. At first, it was an irrational type of fear, but has lessened over the last few weeks. Now he just avoids them and asks me to squash them whenever he sees them. Other than these two bits of fear, he remains, to the day, an almost fearless little kid. Though I fully expect to be sharing my bed on those quickly approaching rainy nights.
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