Sunday, July 5, 2009

My Parent's GIGANTUOUS Lawn

I went to visit my parents this weekend for the fourth of July. Aaron decided I needed a break, and kept the 2 boys who are a bit more. . .rambunctious. I took Ash and Garrett with me. We got there, and my dad had to run to an appointment. As he was leaving, he said, "When I get back, Ashleigh, I just have to mow the lawn, then I can spend time with you."

I decided out of the goodness of my heart (and I felt badly that he had to leave) that I would mow the lawn for him. I got the mower out, and started it up. I had Ash all set up with Garrett and snacks, and the bouncer (She is a good babysitter). I got half-way through the front lawn and was sweating really badly. I realized then that my parent's lawn is WAY BIGGER than I ever realized as a kid. And the back is worse than the front. I was going to finish if it killed me. I did NOT want my dad to have to come back and work. I wanted him to play with his granddaughter.

I think it took me at least 2 hours. Could have been more. Ash babysat Garrett the whole time. I told her because she did such a great job, I would buy ice cream sundae makings.

When I finished, I went upstairs to take a shower. My dad came home. He was so happy. He took Ash on a long bike ride, played across the street, they found a hopscotch board. They had a blast. Plus, my mom offered to pay for the ice cream sundae stuff. It was all worth it. I would do it again in a heartbeat.


Tyler Durant Stewart said...

Wait... Dad can still play hopscotch with his brittle bones? Interesting...

Mathilde said...


I don't know if Kent ever did, or can still, hopscotch like your dad. But I can clue Aaron in on his dad's "mispent" youth! I introduced his folks.

Virginia may be wishing at this point that she had NEVER clued me into this blog!

Houston, TX
ISU - 1964

P.S. Get Aaron's mother to sing every early Beattles song for you.
She has to know every word! She played them from 7 a.m. 'til 10 p.m. when dormitory rules insisted all stereos be turned off.