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Saturday, June 22, 2013

We have our work cut out for us

I love our home.

We bought this house in July, three years ago, and one of the things that sold us on it was the yard.  It was a good size for city dwellers like us, with nothing at all in it, a blank slate, just waiting for us to kid it up with a swing set and bikes and balls, and gardens just the way we want them.

We've done all of that, but in the meantime we've figured out that we have some pretty serious issues when it comes to water.  With any significant rain the whole yard floods, and sometimes even forces seepage into our basement.  It's rendered the backyard useless for much of the spring and fall seasons, which is not good when I have boys with pent up energy.  We think it's a combination of compacted soil that doesn't receive the water very well (it just sits on top of it), and our yard just plain being too low compared to neighboring ones.

So this is the year we decided to do something about it.  On Memorial Day weekend, we ordered 10 yards of dirt and had it dumped in our driveway.



Ten yards is A LOT of dirt.

We started right at the back of the house, tilled up the compacted soil, and built up the dirt by a good 12 inches.  We created some simple flower beds (which we'll plant later) against the house, and tried our best to very gradually slope the dirt out from there.

Ten yards took us about 1/3 of the way back, and we roped it off and planted some grass seed, hoping for the best.  We planned to do the yard in phases, so that the kids could still use the back half of it while we got grass growing in this area.  (That area to the right of the white fence will later be my patio.  We're ignoring it for now.)

A couple of weeks later, we got our first heavy rain.  A test.  I kept looking out to see what our new area was looking like:  
So far so good, it seems to be draining.  But wait -- just beyond where we finished looks even worse than usual.  Well of course it does, we haven't done that part yet, and that's why we have to.  No wait -- it looks pretty bad, like lake bad.
Well, maybe pond would be a more accurate description, because soon we had this:
If you knew where we live, you'd know how hilarious this actually is, because you just don't have ducks in your backyard here.  I could not believe it when I saw them.  They hung around for a couple of days, just doing their duck thing.

That picture was taken nine days ago, and only the last couple days can we walk around out there without being in a soggy mess.  The water didn't have any place to go (which is good, because our basement wasn't on its list of options this time!), so it sat there, and killed what little grass had been there, and made our yard smell like a swamp.  It was looking like that's how it would be with any rain at this point...

So... phase two has come sooner than we had hoped or expected.  We had another 10 yards of topsoil delivered.  We're tilling and wheelbarrowing, and praying this all works out!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Camping

We're in the middle of birthday week again.  (How did we manage to create birthday pairs so many times over?)  Sebastian turned 3 yesterday and Isaac will be 5 tomorrow.

We went camping this past weekend.  It was so, so much fun.  It had been a while since we had all camped together as a family, and this trip reminded me that we're really good at it!  Camping suits us well, and we're sure to be doing more of it in the near future.

There's so much else going on, and so many things I'd like to record here, but time eludes me.  For now, a photo dump of our weekend:

 Mmmmm.... there's nothing like cooking over a campfire.

 These cloaks have served us well.  In fact, we have some new ones, freshly made for this trip.

 The view over my shoulder at the campfire.  This girl loves the Ergo.

 Walkie-talkies are always handy while camping.  (Who is that mysterious figure in the background?)

 They certainly enjoyed the public bathrooms more than I did.

 I'd like to say that this is just my camping look, but no, this is pretty much what I look like all the time.

 Oliver is a true outdoorsman.  Nothing bothers him.  No amount of dirt embedded in his skin, or sand filling his clothes can get this kid down.  And he takes his coffee black.

 Check out this profile.  Love.

 She was happy as a clam at the beach, playing in the sand.

 Sebastian.

 All six of the boys are in this picture.  Can you spot them all?

 Sebastian can be kind of ornery. (ahem) And bossy.

 In these pictures, he's mad that I'm trying to take his picture instead of taking one of the boat like he was telling me to.

 "It's over THERE!"

 "Point the camera THAT WAY!"



 "This is edible rock, right?"

 "C'mon, I was kidding!"

 My sweet husband.

 We brought home lots and lots of sand.  Not on purpose, and not all in one place.

 Maybe no one will notice...
"Owen, put her back where she was."

Dang, caught.

 Sorry, G.  They're not going to let you have any fun.

 Back at the campsite.  That pack n' play was gathering dust in the basement.  I never use it, but have held onto it since Blake was born.  I thought it might come in handy this weekend.  It did...for about 12 minutes.  Maybe time for the donation pile.

 Thankfully, a messy campsite doesn't bother me nearly as much as a messy house does.

 This was Sunday morning, after a night of crazy thunderstorms.

 I did a lot of this.


The end.


Monday, June 3, 2013

On a Monday Morning

It's a beautiful, sunny morning here today.  The start of a new week and a new month.  I'm feeling happy and optimistic, two things that can be hard to come by some days.  What treats will come my way today?  What obstacles?  Who knows.  Can I handle it?  Oh sure, I usually do.  As long as I remember why, and Who, I can do all things. 
Because it's a big job, you know.

Friday, May 17, 2013

7 Quick Takes Friday






It's finally springtime around here, after a long Michigan winter.  We're getting reacquainted with our yard, soaking up every minute of sunshiny goodness.  It's times like these that remind me of just how much B-O-Y we have going on.  I thought I'd dedicate my Quick Takes to them this week.


one.

There's an oh so tempting water spigot on the back of the house, just steps away from the main play area.  It's off limits, but no one under the age of 10 seems to understand that.  They like to have "just a little", to make soup, or a river in the sandbox, etc.  After many, many warnings and last times and do-you-know-what's-going-to-happen-if-you-do-that-agains (nothing!  because frankly, you're outside!  and that's not inside!  and I really like that!), they finally started to leave it alone.  Then a few days ago Peyton came running into the house with a horrified/amused expression and told me:
"Sebastian just peed in a bucket and he's using it to make soup in the sandbox."
They will find a way, these boys, they will find a way.


two.

I hate when the thing I am obviously supposed to correct is actually totally hilarious.  It makes it hard to find my stern face.


three.

Every time Isaac puts on his bathing suit, he comes to whisper in my ear, "I took my undies off."  
Still getting used to these bizarre summer rituals, I guess.


four.

 What happens when I ask the oldest brother to watch the baby in her sink-bath for a minute?
This.


five.

Blake asked me midday yesterday if I had an old pot or bucket I wasn't using.  I directed him to one, and for the rest of the afternoon there were various indications of construction going on.  He has limited access to some power tools, and he was apparently pulling out all the stops.  By evening we had this:
It's a battle practice dummy.  It's weighted on the bottom with pebbles, and they can pretty much beat the heck out of it without much consequence.  So far, only one semi-smashed finger to report.


six.

Peyton and Oliver are the best of friends.  Because of this, I'm always surprised at how very different they are from each other.  Peyton is thoughtful and sensitive (I walked away from this and made the mistake of leaving it up.  I just heard, "I am NOT thoughtful and sensitive!!"  Oops.), he loves to sleep in and is a natural animal lover.  Oliver is wild and happy, up early every day, and a diligent worker.  (I must make a side note here, that I mostly despise the practice of putting children into "boxes".  I almost never give descriptions of them like this, as they are constantly growing and changing and figuring out who they're going to be.  I especially don't like it when they are told these types of things, as I think they take it too much to heart, and sometimes even feel like they need to live up to it.  These are very loose generalizations, for the sake of the story at hand.)  One day last week, I asked the two of them to help me weed the front flower bed.  I said they could either work on the dandelions along the walkway, or pick up my piles of pulled weeds and put them into the yard waste bag.  I started pulling and Oliver was right behind me, cleaning up my mess.  After a few minutes, I looked at Peyton.  He was kneeling in front of a dandelion, studying it.  I asked him what he was doing and he said he was having a hard time getting the dandelions out.  I suggested he go back to the shed to find another tool to work with, and off he went to the back yard.  He never returned.
About 20 minutes later, Oliver and I had finished up and we went inside the house.  There was Peyton.  "What happened to you, Pey?"  "Oh, I got distracted by a butterfly.  I was following it around the yard.  I almost caught it a few times!"  I know eventually he'll have to learn to work hard and stay on task, but for now I'm pretty happy letting him chase his butterflies.


seven.

Sebastian has discovered that worms live under things.  Now every stone, brick, or log is a potential worm hunt, and he can't bring himself to pass one without turning it over to check.  He and Isaac disappeared from my view at the kitchen window, so I went out to investigate.  I found them behind the shed (The Ugly part of the yard.  Does everyone have one of these?).
  "We are looking for worms (womes!), Mom-mom!  Do you want one?!" 
"No thank you, I don't really like worms."
Thoughtfully, "...do you like roly polies?"

Not so much, sweet thing, but I do love little boys.

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Wednesday, May 1, 2013