I have asked myself more times than I can count, "Why do we have a closet, no a room full of toys for our son?". Moreover, "Why do I stress about trying to find him 'good' toys?". He never plays with them, or hardly ever. Part of me still believes its because I just have not found him the right ones. I wonder if perhaps he will turn out to be a sissy momma’s boy because all he ever wants to do is whatever I'm doing. Well that is an overstatement. He does spend quite a bit of time outside, but not really playing with toys. Filling socks up with red dirt in order to transport it from one part of the yard to another, yes. And also, yes, they are the socks he was wearing when I sent him out to play. Why he feels the need to have sock buckets instead of using the three real buckets he has I'll never know. Just an aside, I've figured out how to deal with the red dirt stains all over his socks. I just buy socks with blue bottoms and you can't tell if they are dirty or stained.
Below is yet another way in which he occupies his time. Notice the flowers on the dogs head and his own. I'm not sure how long this game went on, but I do know it was much longer than any of the times he spends playing with a toy. I'm sure you would not think to wonder where this pretty yellow flower came from, so let me enlighten you. It came from a mum I was trying to use to spruce up our front porch. We have, or I should say had, mums, bushes and a rose bush around our porch. Perhaps the rose bush will survive. If it does it will not have roses on it. Again, I can not understand the logic behind it, but my son can not resist the temptation to pluck peddles, leaves, and even branches. No amount of training, teaching, spanking, threatening, or bribing seems to work. Combine this habit with dogs who like to dig and you have one frustrated gardener.
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