Make Up Your Mind

My little timesink can't decide if he wants to sleep for 45 minutes or three hours until he's actually in the crib so today he settled for an hour and then went right back to running a marathon while lying on his back.

Gully Washer

We're still in a drought but you wouldn't know it from the constant down pours we keep receiving. At least my little timesink manages to sleep through it all. I don't know how I would be able to manage a howling infant while wondering if my roof is going to blow off or the pounding hail is pulverizing my garden (again).

Freedom

My parents came in to give me a little break and allow me to go shopping. I wanted to stop for a quick pint on the way home but I had a trunk full of raw meat and milk. Darn responsibility.

Made It

I have survived the first day of being Mr. Mom without setting fire to myself, the house, the cat, or my little timesink. Only eleven weeks and six days to go. Wish me luck.

Home Alone

The official Mr. Mom time has started. I have no female support. It's just me and the timesink now.

Free from Work

Today is the first official day of my leave of absence. It got off to a great start because my favorite timesink decided to sleep in and I was able to get some much needed video game playing done.

More Ruination

I really think Mother Nature is out to get my garden. Monday night the temperature got down to 32 degrees and that promptly killed half my tomato plants, all my cantaloupe, and finished off the "ichiban" variety of eggplants. Amazingly, all the tiny pea, squash, and okra sprouts were unharmed. I suppose that shows how sensitive to cold my warm weather tomatoes and cantaloupes really are.

My favorite little timesink Jacob continues to be unimpressed by his Dad's efforts at gardening.

Serious Amateur

I shudder to think what will happen if my gardening mania ever decides it wants to stop being a diversionary timesink and become a professional one. I think this guy has taken that step.

http://tinyfarmblog.com/

Potential Ruination

A large set of fast moving storms rolled through the area at around four AM. I could hear the driving wind and small hailstones beating against the bedroom window. Since it was dark when I left for work I have not been able to assess any damage on the garden. If there were any smashed plants it will have been almost a week since the last hail storm flattened them.

And to think I spent two hours yesterday re-planting my green beans and trying to modify the soil to make it more palatable to the beans. I "fluffed up" the soil with a bag of organic soil after I discovered several sprouted beans that looked like they were unable to push up through our heavy clay soil. Unfortunately, after the heavy rain last night I have no idea if my efforts were even worth it. I will cross my fingers.

My Black Thumb

Along with too much time spent digging up deeply rooted weeds, I managed to get two sets of onions in the ground yesterday (purple and yellow granex -- Vidalia variety). My green beans and okra continue to frustrate me. Why won't they sprout? Grr! I will have to solve that issue today by replanting all of them.