Planting flowers

We originally hoped to plant flowers with the boys as a special Mother's day activity.  However, we didn't prepare and buy flowers ahead of time, and the rain quickly ended that idea.
So, this weekend, with all the sunshine, planting flowers was a must.

We picked up some flowers for our window boxes on Saturday.  The boys helped pick them out, and Lincoln was very excited about planting them.  We were hoping to do it after the boys nap on Saturday afternoon, but they took a three hour long nap and it was too late to get them done once they woke up.

Yesterday, Lincoln wanted to plant the flowers.  He looked at me and told me "No nap mommy.  Plant flowers!"  I told him we would plant the flowers after his nap, and he said "in the beds!"  I think Brian had told him we were going to plant the flowers in the flower beds...and Lincoln thought we were planting the flowers in their beds!

Anyway...he went down pretty easy for his nap, but they only slept for about an hour.  When they woke up, we lathered them up with sunscreen and their hats, and outside we went.  The boys were great helpers breaking up the dirt in the window boxes, and helping me dig holes to plant the flowers.  Then, they helped daddy water the flowers with the bucket. 

I took the boys for a walk to the end of the street and back to give Brian some time to cut down some tall grass that was overtaking our rose bushes.  I'm not sure which of us worked harder during that 15 minutes - it's not easy keeping two 2 year olds and a wagon under control!

After we finished up the yard work, we took the boys to Dairy Queen for a special ice cream treat.  We got each of the boys their own small vanilla soft serve treat in a cup (Brian wanted to do cones...but later realized the wisdom I had in suggesting cups).  Lincoln dove right into it while Jackson was more fascinated with my peanut butter shake (I had to cut him off or he would have drank all of it!).  Lincoln finished his ice cream off using my straw, and Jackson eventually drank his out of his cup - insisting it was milk - not ice cream!

We ended up with 2 sticky boys, and an afternoon to remember.