Internet, I kill plants.
It's not intentional, and it's hardly malicious. Mostly I love them to death, so for the majority of my adult life so far (All five years of it), I've tried to avoid keeping plants. Sure the occasional potted plant found it's way in to the house, but since their life spans were so short, they were mostly there for short term decoration.
This early this year, still riding the high from buying a house, I got it into my head that I needed a garden. Every home needs a garden! What house is home without fresh veggies? I told Mike of my wishes and after a lot of, "You're sure-s? You really wanna do this-es?" from him as well as a painful reminder of the herb garden I attempted to grow three times while pregnant, I convinced him to till up the soil and help me buy some plants, and by late April, I had a small plot of fresh soil with four tomato plants and three green peppers (I dream big. He helps keep reality reasonable ;)
Today this is what my plants look like:
After a few weeks of NOT killing them, I even grew so bold as to stick a corn seed in the ground.
That right. I have one corn plant. Jealous much? (Ignore the weeds. You see nothing!)
I am proud to say that I have successfully kept these plants and a bunch of Vincas, Celosia, and Impatients alive in our front yard (All with helpful little reminders from my husband to water them. I mean well. I swear it.)
I know that what I have accomplished here is nothing compared to what billions of other people have done, but no tomato will ever taste as sweet as this one will.
On Saturday May 8th, Daniel turned two. Man two is different.
Daniel is amazing. He runs, he jumps with both feet off the ground, he throws balls, does somersaults, and laughs. Oh my gosh, he laughs. He laughs with his whole body. Sometimes, he laughs like a short evil genius.
First Snow
His words are coming along. We hit a snag at the beginning of the year, but that deserves a post of it's own, so I won't go into it.
He loves to tell me, "I see it!" or "I did it!" He yells out Ta-da! And Woo-hoo! He likes to tell me about choo choos and trucks and how the cat says Mao. He fills in gaps with some sign language. More, Please, Thank You, All Done, Car, Play, Thirsty, Apple.
Frequent boo-boos are the norm.
He's begun to sleep a bit more. 5-7 hours a night in his crib and then some cuddle time in our bed. We will not speak of naps here. I do not wish to jinx it.
Daniel has a friend, a little blue elephant we call Peanut or Ellie. He goes everywhere. To the store, to the doctor, to church. He goes so many places we had to adopt a brother for Ellie. They trade places every week while the other one gets a bath. Ellie helps Daniel be brave, and Daniel feeds Ellie chocolate chip cookies.
Temper-tantrums have become frequent and harder to deal with. He tells me no. He tells me "No Mom!" He hits. He cries. The stand offs could make an FBI negotiator sweat. He has a mind of his own and when it is made up, no one can change it. We're just hoping to teach him to use his powers for good and not evil.
He is absolutely amazing. I can't wait to see what the year brings.
