Nnnnnargg... I have a bazillion mosquito bites on my legs and feet. Possible slight exaggeration, but that's what it feels like at the moment. I went all Jamie Durie in the backyard (if he did 20 min makeovers because I don't have the attention span for a week long gardening adventure) and cut down an out of control plant. Then I moved the arch that was under said crazy plant to the path from our laundry to the laundry line. There are high plants on either side of our laundry path and I had made my own arch there by twisting branches from each side of path together. I twisted the branches just over my head, but I am shorter than husband who has since complained that he is getting things in his hair because my diy arch is too low. Not that he does lots of laundry or anything, laundry path carries on to shed as well. Laundry arch is now super high so he can walk out to the laundry line anytime he feels like it. I just need to find some anti-mosquito plants.
First son is hooting in the toilet. I don't know what he's doing in there. Well I have a good idea, but I don't know what the hooting has to do with it. He marches into the toilet, closes the door behind himself, locks the door, I hear him sit down and then the hooting starts. It's more like dinosaur screech hooting and it's quite loud and hard to explain when at houses other than ours. Usually I get a questioning look from the homeowner and I just kind of shrug, "He's going to the toilet, he's fine, I don't know what the hooting is about." Nor do I really care because he's going to the toilet by himself 99% of the time (we're still working on nights) and the hooting seems to keep him happy.
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