After saying and saying we're going to do it, we did it. We bit the bullet and hired a landscaper to redo the front yard and decided to put in a new sidewalk. We had seen the plans a week ago, but asked for some changes. I know what I like, and I wasn't feelin' it completely. With a handshake and, "I'll be seein ya," he was off to make some changes.
Yesterday around noon, Calen and I were getting ready to do our "couch lessons" which are reading, history, and science. We had just sat down, and Calen was daggling his arm behind the couch when I heard a couple thuds. I assumed it Calen hitting the toybox behind us. After another bang, I asked if it was him making that noise, and he said yes. I asked him to stop, so we could get started. I heard a couple more thuds, and asked once again if he did that. "No, wasn't me." Then it hit me, they are tearing out the sidewalk.
The boys were so excited to see a bobcat trying to lift up the sidewalk. They sat down to watch for about 10 minutes, until the brick on the porch started popping loose. At first, I was like no big deal, nothing a little concret can't fix. Then the end of the porch started to rise a little more and the end post of the porch started to crack. Couldn't handle it, had to go. I hurried the boys in using the excuse that they might get hit in the head with a brick. Really, it was I who couldn't bear the sounds coming from the porch. I told them they could watch all the work from the windows. That kept them entertained for quite a while, until lunch and nap/quiet time. After five hours, the yard was a wreak, and I'm sure it will look great in the end.
Here lies the remains of my headache since moving in- the weed garden. Whoo-hoo!
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