We threw a little bit of yard maintenance into the mix this past weekend which involved cleaning up the green stuff growing between the bricks and putting a little more sand in. This activity turned out to be a big hit with E. Once I reminded her that she had new knee pads, she went for it. I’d estimate she got through about 85% of the paving before I found her sculpting mountains out of the residual sand. That’s a pretty high percentage for her. She’s much more likely to get distracted thirty seconds into a task and rarely gets the first one done.
“E, could you straighten up your art table and put the paper scraps in the recycling bin?”
Fifteen minutes later you find her stringing the entire contents of the recycling bin into some sort of “late, late, late Mother’s Day present”, some sort of abstract sculptural invention that I’m to treasure and hang onto forever. And the art table is piled twice as high now with the scraps.
So the fact that the patio area is nearly complete – it could use another sweeping, but I always seemed to have a certain ten month old in my hands this weekend. And that’s saying something for things around here. No matter how many three-day weekends we have, we always could use a fourth day, and probably a fifth.
And now I’m off to fold that laundry that is only 85% folded.