Hmmmm....

I saw this sign on a restroom stall door in a gas station in the middle of nowhere Alabama. Do they really need this sign - I thought this was sort of understood.....

The Project

Last year I had my first foray into vegetable/herb gardening. I got a couple of terra cotta pots and planted a few herbs and some tomatoes. I actually enjoyed it and we saved so much money (one package of basil cost as much as my basil plant which gave me more basil than I could ever have imagined) and the herbs tasted so much better right off the plant. Because of this I decided to go big and bold this year. With A LOT of supervision and a little (OK maybe slightly more than a little) help from my husband I made a vegetable garden in the backyard. We rented a tiller from Home Depot and I tilled the dirt, made a border for the garden including sawing it into place and pounding in the ribar. Here it is....

Next week the kids and I are going to start planting our vegetables. They seem really excited though that may be more that they get to play in dirt than anything else. I will keep you posted on how it goes.

Sleeping Beauty

The Nashville Ballet has been going around to libraries in the area and doing a story time of Sleeping Beauty complete with a ballerina. Of course they didn't come out here to Bumble so Quinn and I schlepped into Green Hills today. Quinn was mesmerized. She couldn't take her eyes off the ballerina in her glistening gold tutu and pretty pink ballet shoes. Stephanie taught all the kids a little dance from Sleeping Beauty. It was hysterical to see all these little kids at various stages of coordination trying to keep up. Quinn would run up and do a little of the dance and then laugh and come back and hug me and run out again. At the end, Stephanie was so sweet and let all the children touch her tutu and take pictures with her. Of course I was pretty much the only Mom who forgot her camera. Quinn was quite dismayed to learn that the ballerina was not only not coming home with us but we were not going to see her tomorrow. I have a feeling we will be going to see The Nutcracker this Christmas.

Child Abuse....

Last night we went out to dinner with my parents (who were in town for Easter) at the local Japanese Steakhouse. Quinn was having one of her 'terrible two' days and was in a mood. She refused to eat dinner and only wanted to chew on the rubber band on her chop sticks. After several warnings of taking her chop sticks away if she didn't stop they went into her mouth one too many times. They got taken away and the high pierced screaming started. I didn't want to be 'that parent' who ruins dinner for everyone in the restaurant by ignoring the screaming child. I was pretty much done with my dinner and so I told her that if she didn't stop screaming we were going to spend the rest of dinner outside. The screaming continued and so I picked her up and started walking outside. Right in the middle of the restaurant at the top of her lungs my darling, precious daughter screamed "Mommy, please don't leave me in the car!!!" The whole restaurant turned and stared and there were a couple of laughs but I am pretty sure there were a couple of people about ready to call DFACS on me.

Easter Pics

An Evening Among Adults and The Best Drink EVER

With the grandparents in town, Raif and I were able to enjoy an adult evening out on Saturday. Our friends Jon and Andrea came up from Atlanta to join us at the Cirque show Saltimbanco which was at the Sommet Center. As always the Cirque show was awesome and we had an amazing time.

The highlight of the evening for me though was dinner before. We went to our favorite restaurant in Nashville - Watermark where I had the best cocktail in the history of alcohol. Seriously. They had what they called a 'Rose Petal Martini'. It was 'rose petal infused vodka, pomegranate juice and a splash of Cava. Oh my God was it good. It smelled like a rose and it tasted like what you would think a rose would taste like and it was liquor to boot. I asked where one got rose petal infused vodka and apparently they make it themselves. So now I am going to have to learn how to infuse my own vodka because damn....that is all I have to say - damn....

Soccer - Part II

Saturday was the second soccer game and frankly I was looking forward to it as much as a root canal but surprisingly it was more like a simple cavity!

Greyson participated a lot more this time. Instead of just standing there he ran with the kids and did some of the activities. One time they were suppose to run from one end of the field to another (small field fyi) and stop at the white line. Off the kids went, including Greyson, and they all stopped more or less at the line except for my little Forrest Gump. He just kept running and running - off the field, over the sidewalk almost to the parking lot. He may have run all the way home if I hadn't stopped him. The other little activity that he loved was kicking the cones over with his ball. He loved it so much that when he finished knocking all the cones over on his field he promptly went over to the field next to him to kick down their cones. Unfortunately they were actually using their cones for an actual game. Oh well.

The oddest thing about all of this is the boy who idolized his father and wants to do everything with him wants to have nothing to do with him on the soccer field. Luckily, I get to run down the field with Greyson and do jumping jacks along side of him. Halfway through when I was a bit tired I asked if he wanted Daddy to play with him - "NO MOMMY - I want you!" Clearly he knows who the athletic parent is.