A Tale of Two Weekends: Outside/Inside

Last weekend ...


Oh, hi, there. You caught me in the middle of lunch. I am fueling up for a big day.


Dad and I have plans for the garden. This may the biggest build-up since Brian Wilson's Smile. It sure seems like it has taken as long. But, here we go ...


Mom says I have to wear this hat. Salmonella? Swine flu? Vitamin D overdose? I can't remember. I am beginning to think that Moms come up with this stuff just to mess with us kids. Mom and Dad probably have a good laugh about it after I've gone to sleep.

Who knows what other bull they're feeding me. At least I can always count on Ocha to give it to me straight about trains.


The last time Dad grew cucumbers here, I didn't have any teeth and was still on baby formula. Dad pointed out that the good book says you are supposed to let your field go fallow once every seven years, and he did it twice for good measure. I asked him what Leviticus says about letting Toby and Scout poop in your field.

Anyway, there was quite a bit of overgrowth. I told Dad we couldn't grow dandelion greens. Everything had to go.

More difficult than the general weeding was the bamboo. The owner of the quad-plex nearby has a "natural area" with a bunch of bamboo. His bamboo sent out shoots and is running under the fence and into the garden! Dad is going to have to get out the hatchet. (Kinda scary. I'm not sticking around for that.)



Well, this gardening is all fine and good, but it isn't swinging, that's for sure. Not my first choice for a way to spend my free at-home days.

This weekend ...

It rained, so we stayed inside.


We made ice cream! Dad hadn't pulled this thing out since before I was a twinkle in his eye. Makes you wonder what else he's been holding out on me. We made a flavor from Rachael Ray's magazine. I called it "Snoopy Ice Cream," for no reason in particular.



The wheel on the churn goes 'round and 'round.


Oh Sunday morning...a good time to test the sturdiness of Mom's PJ pants.


Sunday was art day.


We painted and drew. I am more of a crayon guy. I guess I just don't like the mess of paint. All the to do of the set up and mixing colors. Who needs it? Just give me my trusty old 64 crayolas, and let me rip.



But, with a lot of help from Mom, I finished my masterpiece.


Me, Madonna, and the school bus. Questions?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsRPTy-TtF4


I'm not sure the grandfathers will understand this photo. It will probably nix my chances of winning the Republican nomination for anything short of dog catcher, too. Oh well.

Mom and I were goofing around. I have been fascinated with her hair-tie. After several rounds of telling her to put her hair up and then let it down, she got exasperated and put it on me. Don't worry, guys, I'm not channeling my inner Dennis Rodman or anything.

I guess I can go as baby Aunt Oof for Halloween.