Dennis was ecstatic about visiting our plants today. When we stopped by to use the potty at Gran's house on our way home from Wal-Mart, she presented him with his very own garden gloves, and he's very proud of them. He told her "we are growing our very own food in our garden" and invited her to come and play in the dirt with him. She stayed home with Pop, though, who had eye surgery early this morning and is doing as well as expected.
As soon as we got home (after Dennis perused the candy aisle at Wal-Mart and instructed me on what to tell the Easter Bunny to bring to him), Dennis put on his garden gloves (with a little help) and got his fingers in the dirt, planted some seeds, and helped me water our plants. Then we played "fire station", which means he slid down the pole on his outdoor play structure again and again and again. This time when he stood up on the tower, he pointed to the opening beside the ladder and said "I really need a slide here, Mommy" and I agreed. We made the decision to spend his birthday money on swim lessons instead of play equipment, thinking it might save his life to know how to swim. The slide would have been less expensive. Maybe we can get one for him this summer sometime.
The funniest thing he did today? We were cruising through the store when he grabbed my face with both his hands, planted a loud smacking kiss on my cheek, and proclaimed "I love you sweet boy, Mommy!". I told him I was a girl, so he repeated the entire thing, this time using the correct gender.
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