Aug 12, 2007

Rock Hunting (stealing)

I stole rocks yesterday. I had a blast.
I decided that my front yard would look great if I had big rocks in my flower bed. Tone said he wasn't buying rocks when we could take a drive and get them in the mountains for free. Suckers buy rocks. So we went to Bass Lake to play for the day and then looked for rocks on the way back. Who would have thought that it would be so hard?
First of all, to get a rock, you have to find nice sized loose ones. They aren't just laying around on the side of the road. They are usually on the other side of a fence. Also, you have to drive down side roads to find them. People live there and don't like you hopping their fence. Here we are driving really slow (very suspicious) looking for a good rock.
"There's one!"
"Is anybody coming?"
"NO, GO!"
Then we'd stop the car, run up to it, and see if it was loose or liftable. Which many nice ones were not. The highlight of the trip was driving by a house where an old guy saw us coming and got off his porch with a rifle. We were pretty far down a country road at that point. Needless to say, we didn't choose his yard to look for rocks in.
I laughed my head off, and felt like I was in Jr. High going up to a house to toilet paper it. However, I netted myself three good rocks, and they are looking great in my front flower beds. Suckers buy rocks.

Aug 7, 2007

Hunter had a good day!

I write such bad things about Hunter so much on here, that I am actually pleased to write that Hunter had a great day today! I don't expect it tomorrow, but today was great. I never thought I would ever achieve this but....HE PLAYED BY HIMSELF ALL DAY!
Now for those of you who don't get why that is so great, have you ever had a two year old follow you around the house and torment you at every turn until you play with him? I put something away, he takes it out. I try to hang up pictures, he takes my hammer, I take a shower with a two year old's hands and nose pressed up against the glass watching my every move (I tried to lock him out today and he spent the whole time banging on the door shouting at me to let him in. I didn't have a relaxing shower that way either.), ect, ect, ect. I don't want to hear, "OH, DON'T YOU WANNA PLAY WITH MY TRAIN?!" ever again, though I know I will a million more times. I'm sick of his trains, or "chuggas" as he often calls them. He has followed me constantly from the day I got home from the hospital and Ainsley is 2 months old now. This was the first day where I quietly left the room, and he kept playing. It was beautiful.
Not that I don't enjoy my son. The other day, I blew bubbles with him, played in the kiddy pool, and then we quietly sat on our front porch eating popsicles and watching the airplanes fly into the airport (we have a direct view of the flight approach from our house.) At the time, I thought, this the best, and why I became a Mom. We had so much fun. But most days I have things to do, and can't be entertaining him all day. He is soooo persistant and stubborn about not letting me out of his sight in another room. I leave him and usually he cries for me or freaks out. He should be a Daddy's boy I think.