We have some lovely flower boxes located outside our bedroom window. Adam has been diligent about keeping them watered.

He likes to vary his delivery method. He has a watering can but found this bottle and wanted to use it instead. If you recognize it, please don't think less of me; I washed it, I promise.

I know this looks a little unsafe, but our porch roof is only about 2 feet down. So, if he falls, he's not going far.


If you're a regular reader of this blog you're probably getting a pretty good perspective on the varying designs of Adam's underwear. I'm sorry, it's a battle I don't fight unless we're leaving the house.
2 comments:
Your blog always makes me laugh!
My younger sister never wanted to wear pants (or clothes) at that age. All winter. In Iowa. She had a pair of underpants that said Big Shot across the bottom.
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