Dandelion Pop

little boy blowing dandelion seeds instagramWoo decided to wage war on the dandelions in our yard last year. He spent hours pulling them up from our lawn, and this year he's started out strong.

We're the only ones on the block trying to get rid of our dandelions, and (oddly enough) the only ones with a back pasture that looks like this:

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Yes, they're spreading to the lawn, large crops sprouting up, seemingly, overnight. I keep thinking Woo will give up, but I don't think he can, for some reason.

Maybe it's the spirit of the old man, Vernon, who lived here before we did, and also couldn't leave the dandelions alone, we're told.

little boy blowing dandelion seeds instagramRemember Herbie's sloppy outfit from last week? When he wore the exact same thing for his class field trip this week, we began to think that he thought he was dressed up.
Woo: Is that your special occasion outfit, Herbie?

Herbie: No!!!

But, I was going to wear it for Valentines Day ...
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These shameless dandelions are growing in the park, not our yard.

The kids have some friends in school who are (or claim to be) half-Indian, half-Mexican, etc. Herbie tried really hard to be half-something himself.
Herbie: Dad, we're half-pilgrim.

Right, Mom?

Mom said we're half-pilgrim.

Me: Er ... I might have said we're descendants of pilgrims ...

Herbie: See, Dad, we're half-pilgrim!
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We hadn't seen our next door neighbor for a couple of days. Someone suggested that he was out of town, but Moses had other ideas.
Moses: He's being eaten by dinosaurs!!

Me: Oh?

Where do dinosaurs live, Moses?

Moses: Africornia!!
An exotic, dangerous place, if I've ever heard one.

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Penelope has some serious stranger anxiety these days. She will NOT give someone she doesn't know a smile. It does not matter what they do or how goofy they are: tough luck!

Also, if someone she doesn't know is sitting by her, no toy is captivating enough or food delicious enough to be enjoyed. It is a catastrophe!

Of course, if Mom is holding her, then anyone can be tolerated.

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Ruby's class performed an opera that they wrote about the seasons. Ruby was one of the lucky few who got to represent winter.

It was pretty clear that she was roasting in her snow pants, coat, boots and hat --- she kept trying to discretely remove her coat during the (pretty darn long) opera. Combine that with the fact that the opera was held close to her bedtime, and you have Ruby, in a dazed stupor, on stage.

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This is not a dazed stupor. I've decided it's impossible (for me anyway) to take decent pictures in an auditorium.

Linus keeps talking a little bit more, and a little bit more. Some of his favorites are "Backhoe!! Mom! Backhoe!" (This applies to tractors and all heavy machinery, as well as backhoes.) "Bike!" and his all time favorite, "Buk-ket Bawl! Buk-ket Bawl!"

He's saying, "Basketball," but he loves it so much that he'll yell it at balloons or anything even vaguely round or even repeat it over and over again at nothing in particular.

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I've started to go on twice-a-day runs three times a week in preparation for Ragnar. The bad news is: I never feel good. Every run is painful. The good news is: I am getting faster.

Well, that's about it for our week. Anyone else actually pull dandelions out by hand? Come on, you spray them, don't you? (If you care about them at all.)