Yesterday Alex found the watering can in the sun room, and like any good junior horticulturist, she decided to water a plant. I'm guessing that she was not pretending to water the passion vine but watering it for real. At least, in her mind she was. There wasn't actually any water. But if I had to guess, she's not going to want to pretend in such an unrealistic fashion in the future.
Well, when she was done "watering" she came over to my chair and dumped the contents of the watering can on the floor. There were gloopy bits of old, soggy Miracle Gro at the bottom of the can, and they all oozed out right next to me. As you can certainly imagine, she tried ever so hard to swish that nasty stuff around, but for once I was fast enough and mopped everything up before she could even get close. She was disappointed, but life goes on, and teaches us lessons like how you should always make sure the watering can is rinsed out after every plant feeding...
She has also abandoned clementines for the time being and has moved on to her favorite fruit of the next few days - raisins. Oh, the excitement. For her.
And we had the additional excitement yesterday of going to the library for story time only to realize that it was closed for Lincoln's birthday. :l And then we went home, with much protesting, to play in the back yard where it was slightly less muddy than the playground. Alex ate lots of snow, ice, and dirt, so all was forgiven about the whole library fiasco. (By the way, the post office was delivering mail yesterday, is New Castle County's budget sooo bad that they're closed on story time day? Come on.)
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