Well Intentioned Neighbors

Generally, I enjoy my neighbors.  We don't really see that much of each other, my children are amused by their hijinks and they're really helpful in a snow storm.  So things are pretty good - until we have something scheduled and we're not home.

Now that we don't have Jack the dog to ruin everything, we thought it might be time to do a little work on the yard.  So we enlisted Lawn Dawg to treat our lawn, kill the large amount of weeds, and generally make us not feel like we're completely inadequate at taking care of green things.  See our yard  vs. our neighbor's yard - no clover!

We weren't home when they came last time, but our neighbor was.  It was the first time the tech had been to our house and he wasn't entirely sure what was to be done.  Our neighbor tried to tell him that because we had so many children's toys in the back yard, that we were only having the front treated.  This is our tiny spit of a front yard (it was much prettier when the irises were in bloom):

Not really worth paying someone to take care of, is it?  Luckily, Nana was here and our whole yard was treated.

Why do people think they can just offer opinions all the time?  I see things all the time that I want to comment on, but I don't.  I just make passive-aggressive posts on FB about them so I can smugly see that all my friends agree with me.  :-)

Anyway... here are some random other shots of our yard:
A really interesting moth that was hanging out next to the hosta (which I HATE, by the way - so if you'd like a giant hosta, please come dig mine out of the ground):

And the rose bush that, until we cut down half of the tree growing next to it 2 years ago, pretty much looked like it was going to die:

That's all for today.  2 posts in a month - that's pretty good based on my track record recently...

Tired, Tired, More Tired

So I had nothing at all to say in May?  Nice.  And I started this with such promise & hope.

I think it has more to do with the fact that I can't remember anything unless I write it down.  So all the witty, wonderful things my lovely family does fall right out of my head.  I may have to WebMD the symptoms for early-onset Alzheimer's (which I will conveniently forget to do before I've finished this post).

Wonderful things that happened today?  After dinner, Emmett figured out how to take off his shirt all on his own.  Which was much funnier when he started doing his "Muscles!" pose in brown corduroy pants.  And funnier still when Molly decided that she should do it as well.  And my almost 2-year-old and his 3 & 1/2 year old sister stood in the kitchen doing muscle poses for several minutes...

And now I can only hope that Emmett has decided to actually fall asleep after being tucked in 6 times while screaming at the top of his lungs that he's "all done" with bed.  Because Mama is T.I.R.E.D. after the last several mornings of him getting up at 5AM - also declaring that he's "all done" with bed.

I swear, I'll do better in June.  If someone reminds me.  Repeatedly.