Hiro-" There is long line of ant. I think they have ant house over there!"
Us-"We call it an ant hill."
Us- "It's an ant hill....that's where ants live....in an ant hill."
Hiro-"Ant hell?" He pauses in deep thought for a few seconds. "Oh I see, like....Go to hell!" He shakes his finger at the ants.
Us- "No, no, no, Ant hill, HILL....HILL.... you know like a small mountain."
Hiro- "Hell for ants"
Us- We begin to talk louder. Have you ever noticed that when someone doesn't understand, you start yelling at them like they are hard of hearing? "No Hiro, Hell is a place you don't want to go, a Hill is like a mountain that ants live on... the two are very different."
Hiro- " I don't know."
We gave up and just tried not to laugh too hard. Ant "hell" is what I feel like we have around our house in the summer time when those little pests try to infiltrate my home. I guess his translation wasn't that far from being accurate after all.
blizzarding up here, and there's 4" of snow." Yikes. This adds an element of danger for the plants. My husband and I discuss the game plan. I'm not OK with his plan to throw them in the back of the truck for the following reasons:
A. 75MPH winds will kill them
B. The Dogs will trample them
C. The snow will freeze them
D. The temperature change will put them into shock
After much discussion and some scolding for purchasing the "dumb plants", my meticulous dad comes to the rescue, and we place them safely in a plastic bin with a lid secured with string. Bingo. My precious cargo made it up the mountain, and now resides in my kitchen until the following occurs:
A. The snow melts
B. The wind stops
C. The soil warms up
Stay tuned to find out if they survive. If it's a success, I will consider myself brilliant! If I fail, my husband will never let me live it down, and I'll be an unwilling participant in the annual Spring Shopping Brawl! Wish me luck!
My four year old still needs a nap most days because she uses all her energy to keep up with her big brother and sister. Yet, she fights me tooth and nail about it. She feels a great injustice has been committed when I sentence her to a nap in the afternoon. I snapped this picture of her sleeping on her Grumpy's lap today.
Grumpy's lap." If only Grumpy was available every day for an hour and a half .... we'd have a well rested little girl.