Letting him eat dirt

Spotless. Pristine. Bored. These are not words I use to describe my son. Messy. Dirty. Inquisitive. These are the ones I am more apt to employ. Never have they been more justified then yesterday. We moved azaleas from my grandmother’s house to our front yard. They will get the sun they need, and the front of our houseContinue reading “Letting him eat dirt”