Our excuse

If you've driven past my house lately, you may have noticed the length of our lawn.


No, we weren't going for the "abandoned" look like our house had this time last year. Nor were we just being lazy and avoiding mowing the lawn. Rather, we were avoiding this.


Our good friend Canadian Thistle has returned with a vengeance this year. We attempted several times last year to rid our lawn of this particular noxious weed, and we started early this year trying to prevent its overtaking the grass as much as possible.

It didn't work.


We forestalled on mowing the lawn as long as we possibly could while trying to figure out what to do with the thistle. After many comments, jokes, and even offers from the ward to mow for us, Chris finally broke out the mower and took care of it himself, despite the thistle.

I have to say, it does look much nicer now. Even if it's still infested.


You can even see the pretty flowers that are finally blooming.


And a random funny picture I found on the camera...


I left to use the bathroom and Megan just about lost her mind, apparently. Chris couldn't get her to respond to him at all, so he just took a mid-meltdown picture instead. Ha.

Megan has become much more opinionated of late...she's even learned a few new words: "mine" and "let go!" Yeah, that last one is really fun when screamed at the top of her lungs during a prayer at church.

Speaking of church, Megan did give us a good laugh last Sunday. It would seem that she now associates the word "Amen" with being done. Every time someone said Amen during Sacrament meeting, Megan would get all excited and dive for her shoes, jacket, the diaper bag, or whatever was closest that we needed to take home. Every time. Which means it was pretty much a constant thing because it was fast and testimony meeting.