Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Bath time, Leaves and Uncle John

Ok, first of all, bath time is not as easy as I thought it would be. You have to be good at timing or else it's all for naught. Jackson loves the water and is very happy to be bathed...so happy that he relaxes and lets it all out... and I mean mustard everywhere! I had just finished bathing him and wrapped him up snugly in a hoodie towel. He looked so cute and innocent. Little did I know he was letting loose his mustard everywhere. Back to the bath we went. He was very happy to be bathed a second time. Next time I'll have to catch him right after he fills a diaper so to be almost positive that he will not do this stunt again!

On another note, we've been tending to our lawn like any responsible homeowner would-things like cutting down dead branches, tearing down old fences, trimming bushes that have grown into the fence, and raking leaves. This last task has been somewhat of a dilemma in that we have no where to put the leaves until the leaf sucking machine is scheduled to stop by our house. And supposedly he may not follow the schedule that was posted in our town flyer! Shame! Anyway, our solution was to put the leaves in our garage on a gigantic tarp until the leaf machine arrives. Here's a picture of it...


Notice the chipmunk? We had been housing him for days in the pile until I heard him squeeking today and let him out of the garage.


Last, I thought I would include some recent pictures of the Jackson boy. His Uncle John and girlfriend Aunt Susan came to visit last weekend. They brought their new puppy, Charlie, with them. He's almost as cute as Jackson...or maybe they're just in different categories of cuteness.


3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I don't think I've ever heard of anyone storing leaves in their garage before!

Why not lug those bad larrys back out side and get a nice little fire going?

all cars said...

Not in this neighborhood. Where do you think we live, Norfolk?

all cars said...

And it's genius by the way. Can't get rained on, won't kill the grass. Genius I tell you.