It's all fun and games, until Fillmore looses an eye.
Yesterday we were coming into the house from the car and Jack was carrying Fillmore. Well, there are these small trees that were planted early this spring in our neighborhood and they used to have stakes helping to hold them up. Apparently the stakes were removed earlier this week. This leaves 2 deep holes on either side of the tree.
Jack discovered that Fillmore is the exact size of the hole by dropping him in. Face up. My mind flashed back to Baby Jessica as I looked down to see Fillmore wedged right at the top of the hole. He was dropped in head-up so when I looked down at him he was looking up at me with these "please save me from this horrible fate" eyes. I reached down, as my fingertips grazed his sad little face he slipped down in to the hole so far that I couldn't see him anymore.
As I'm sure you can imagine, Jack was distraught. But of course I'm juggling Jack and Henry who was overly tired and very hungry. So we go inside, put Henry to sleep and feed Jack lunch. Then I go into the basement and grab the spade.
Jack and I go outside to rescue poor Fillmore. The ground was hard and dried and filled with rocks. It's seriously amazing that Maryland farmers manage to grow anything. Finally 30 minutes, several scrapes and dirty fingernails later we save Fillmore from his fate.
So when I say: "These boys keep me elbow deep in dirt." Sometimes I mean that literally.