Dumb Little Rake

I leave Daddy tending Emerson for two hours while I go to a baby shower and what happens? He buys him a dumb little rake. Actually, I was completely cuted out and Ben totally redeemed himself from when he told me it wouldn't be practical to buy Emerson a dumb little snow shovel last winter. I wanted to, bad. (But how is a rake any better?)

We finally decided to work on our yard and getting our lawn not to be so hideous. I think our neighbors are thinking "FINALLY!". So we raked the heck out of it to get all the dead stuff out and put some seeding soil down and then reseeded it. E was accidentally helpful sometimes during the raking part. Mostly it was just to keep him occupied so we didn't have to worry about him running into the road. (Even though he knows better.)

Big helper. He was very solemn during the whole ordeal. He'd set his rake down occasionally and find some other task like picking up rocks and then would run around the yard yelling "Rake! Where you? Oh! Hi rake! Silly rake!"

Not sure what gang sign Ben is flashing here, but E is intent on his raking.

We really hope our little grasslings grow. Don't be surprised if I post some pictures of our little grass children. I will be proud indeed. We're such dorks that we kept looking outside today to see if anything had happened. We both know that logically nothing would've happened, but neither of us can help it. (And let me clarify here that it was Ben and me doing this, and NOT Emerson. He's the only one with some sense in this family. Which probably explains why he was trying to run away with his little red wagon.)