Farts are Funny...And Other Things I'm Learning

We're there. That point in time when all things gross become funny, and our young school-age child brings home the vocabulary of his classmates. We are now inundated with comments like "That RULES!" (the other night, it was pizza with no sauce that "ruled") Somewhere along the way, he's decided it's hilarious to say the words "fart," "butt," and "armpit" as many times per day as he can. The other day I bribed him with a couple of dollars to accompany me to the dollar store to buy dog shampoo, and he picked out a can of "noisy putty," which is simply slime ("AWESOME!") into which you jam your fingers (getting better!) in order to elicit a farting noise (...GALES of laughter). It's another one of those times when I keep thinking that God blessed me with a little boy as some sort of test.

Other things we're learning this spring:

Bicycles (training wheels and all) are so extremely frustrating in a driveway with a little bit of a slope. And even though the bike helmet is pink with a cat on the side, it's still not the most comfortable thing.

We have really great landscaping put in by the previous owner that is now greening and blossoming and turning our front yard really pretty!

IEP season does NOT, as I had hoped it would, get better each spring.

1.8 acres is too much to push-mow.

In the battle of Sod vs. Seed, sod is winning.

Eating outside on our deck is perhaps the best way to end a day. I envision draining many bottles of wine out there this summer. Mmmmmmmm.