Eddie, Eddie, How Does Your Garden Grow?

This winter Eddie started dropping hints begging for a garden.  We live in Michigan and gardens are not a thing in December, which I explained to him while we watched the snow swirl around our windows.

As spring started to rear its pretty little head, Cortney and I finally told Eddie, that yes, we would try a small garden this year.  He got so excited about it and asked every five seconds when…when…WHEN???

Then, just over a month ago, my friend Alex started an ENTIRE SERIES on building a raised garden.  I heard angels sing. I had never heard of a raised garden before.  Growing up, my mom had a HUGE garden in our front yard (we lived in the woods, so “front yard” is a relative term), and that is the daunting image I had in my mind of what a garden would look like.

Alex set me straight REALLY quickly on that.

This garden seemed doable!  So when we saw Ace Hardware had the kits on sale for $30, Cort busted a move and got us one.

We chose a spot in the corner of our backyard.  First Cort used the string trimmer to lower the grass down to almost nothing, then he put together our 4×4 kit.

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Once that was down, he cut some of that fabricky stuff to keep the grass from growing up and to keep weeds out.  The boys “helped” with this.

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Then came the dirt.  Three bags full, to be precise. The boys were not happy that I wouldn’t just let them roll around in it. Go figure.

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That was enough for one day.  But later that week, when we had a break in the rain, Eddie and I decided to plant the seeds and plants we picked out.  Eddie informed me that he would stick his finger in the dirt to make a hole, put the seeds in, and then pat it over with dirt.  I was impressed that he knew what to do. His strategy of putting five zillion seeds into each hole is yet to be evaluated. I have my doubts, but he insisted, so I let him. It’s his learning experience, after all.

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Seeds went in first.  A row of squash, a row of beans, a row of peas, and a row of carrots.  All picked out by Eddie.  He also picked out tomato plants (for daddy, since none of the rest of us love tomatoes too much).  These required soaking them before planting them.  Eddie enjoyed the soaking part.  I did not.

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He dug the holes for the tomato plants too, and then “tucked them in”.  Please ignore everything about me in these pictures. Because obviously.

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Lastly, Cort put up a fence to keep all the fricking bunnies we have around here out of our garden.  Hear that, Peter Rabbit?  Don’t be leaving your coat in our garden!

Over the past week we have had MAJOR rains.  Thursday after I picked Eddie up from daycare, we decided to check out the garden.

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We were both excited to see that the tomato plants had gotten taller and we had SPROUTS!  Eddie talks about this garden NON-STOP.

He also helped me plant my first herb garden this year.  We put it in a big pot and placed it on our deck.  He pulled all the little name sticks out before I had a chance to know what the heck I was planting, so MYSTERY HERBS!  Although I know I have chives, basil, curly-leafed parsley, and cilantro in there.  And maybe oregano?  Not sure about the 6th one.

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Eddie talks about how he is so excited to be growing food.  It’s an amazing concept to him that he can grow stuff in our yard instead of having to get it at the grocery store or farmer’s market.  I’m excited for him and with him.

Gardens never ever appealed to me until Eddie’s enthusiasm for one showed up.  Now I get excited to check on those little sprouts too!

Do you garden?  What do you plant?


Other stuff…

Don’t forget about my Shabby Apple Giveaway. It’s open until Friday night, so get on that!

I read the novel, Lolita and I sort of liked it, so I wrote about it.

I also wrote about how Education Reform is not really reform so much as it’s BS.

Preschooler Steps

What’s written on tomorrow’s date on the calendar has been staring at me for over a month, and I just can’t wrap my brain around it.

I thought this wouldn’t be a big deal to me, but I find myself ignoring it as a way of denial.

Tomorrow night Cort has a Preschool Information Meeting for getting Eddie signed up for preschool.

I really thought I would be ready for this.   I thought I would be excited for Eddie.  I mean, I am excited for Eddie.  Academically he is totally ready to be in school.  I can teach him just so much before he needs someone who is dedicated to knowing what and how to teach 4 year-olds (which Eddie will be this summer).  Between his daycare mom and myself, Home Slice can count forward to 20 and backward from 10.  He knows all his letters.  He can recognize his name when it’s written on something.  He can color in the lines (when he wants to, which is not often) and he can hold a pencil/crayon correctly (when he feels like it, which is not often).

We do lots of literacy stuff: he can predict, make connections, infer, and even tell stories based just on pictures.  He even recognizes some words.

He plays nice with others and knows how to share.

But he is ready for organized learning.  Something Cort and I can’t provide since we both work full-time out of the home, and something his daycare mom can give him just so much of with babies to take care of too.

And so, this fall, my oldest baby will go to preschool.

I didn’t think it would, I don’t know, hurt so much that he will be going away.  I mean, it’s not like he’s with me during that time of the day anyway.  He’s always at Renae’s house and I am at work.

But somehow, knowing my little boy will be going to school three afternoons a week is…like a punch to the gut.

Like I said on Monday, I know he is ready, but it’s just so hard for me to let go.

This is another one of those steps that is ready and so excited to take.  And I am too, except…it’s terrifying to relinquish another bit of control.  Another bit of being the only one in his life.

That sounds creepy and weird, but I mean it in the least creepy and weird way possible.

I mean it in the way of a mom who is doing her best to raise independent kids, but who enjoys having them depend on her.

So I have a bit of denial about the fact that my first baby will be old enough for school in the fall.  Even if that school is “just” preschool.  Even if there won’t be a missing boy from my daily life.  Even though I know he will have an amazing amount of fun and excitement…as will I when he tells me all the things he learns and does.

I’m just not good at change.

Which is really why Cort is going to the information meeting.  His listening ears are not clogged with anxiety and worry like mine are.

So this week learn about preschool; next week sign him up.

Pardon me while I hug him a few hundred times to try to keep the remaining baby-ness squeezed tightly in there.