Flowers for Mom

Grady does his best Bambi impression. He loved the topiary deer at the greenhouse. He kept calling the deer, Bambi.

Our devious dirt-digging, flower-planting boy!

Originally, Grady and I were going to the greenhouse with Auntie Ashley to plant Grandma Hoy's Mother's Day present. We also scheduled dinner with Grandma and Grandpa Phelps and Auntie Ashley for the same night. So, we let Grandma Hoy "in" on the plans. Grandma said, "it would be just as much of a present to go do the activity with Grady as it would be to receive the pretty potted pansies for Mother's Day." Grandma was right! Grady was a bundle of energy and amusement at the greenhouse. Grady ran around the rows and rows of flowers. He dumped dirt on the ground. He had fun putting dirt in the pots. He picked out flowers for Grandma. But most of all, he like sweeping....

We got a big kick out of Grady sweeping all of the dirt. Perhaps we should refer to this activity as the opposite of sweeping. He wasn't making a smaller pile; he was spreading the dirt around more. Grandma Hoy thought Great Grandma Evelyn was present in spirit--Grandma Evelyn was an expert and incessant sweeper. ( Mom even called Grady, "Ashley," at one point. Grandma would always call us the wrong name. ) I have memories of her sweeping the kitchen floor, front steps, sidewalk, and driveway. Now, we just have to work on getting him to sweep the dirt into a smaller pile.