We have a patch of empty soil in our backyard, and I thought I would try my hand at gardening. I had visions of having a cute, thriving, little vegetable garden. I started with something I thought would be pretty easy-carrots. I bought a packet and planted all the seeds as directed. The packet said to thin the carrot seedlings well to make sure the carrots have enough room and nutrients. Well, I think I was over zealous because after planting hundreds of seeds, I ended up with 4 wimpy carrots. It brings a whole new meaning to baby carrots.

I had a couple of posts a while ago about Joey helping me around the house. "Yo Mama" even commented that Joey better be getting an allowance. Well, Joey is at it again. This time he was outside helping Andy set up our new picnic table.

We got an amazing deal on patio furniture last summer, only to have it all break and find out that set was being recalled, so we were looking for a replacement. Andy had always wanted a picnic table, but the ones we found were surprisingly expensive. My Dad mentioned that he had seen one at Home Depot that you put together called a 5-Minute Picnic Table. It only cost $98 which was much cheaper than any patio set we liked. All I had to do was put some water sealer on it, and then my boys set it up. It couldn't have been easier!

Meet Joey's best friend (well, other than his puppy). His friend down the street has a red motorcycle, and Joey was obsessed with it. I looked on Craig's List and, lo and behold, I found the exact one, just in green. I thought once Joey owned it he would get bored with it quickly. Um, not so much. He rides it all around and would probably sleep with it if we let him.

When we are driving in the car he shouts out, "Mo-mo!" and "Vroom!" every time he sees a motorcycle. I have visions of him when he's older dressed in black leather and riding with a motorcycle gang. I'm a little nervous.

Pinky and her kids are on vacation in L.A. this week, so last night I drove up to have dinner with them and Grant, Kelly, and little Kendall. Andy couldn't make it because it's crunch time at work, and he was already going to be missing work today for the U.S. Open in Torrey Pines. I was planning on leaving Joey with my parents since I knew I wouldn't be home until late, but I got a call from Pinky's daughter, C, saying that really wasn't an option and I had to bring him.

We met at BJ's Brewhouse on Balboa Island and had some amazing Chicago style deep dish pizza. Yum! After dinner we walked out on the pier and played a little on the beach.

While this isn't the most captivating account of our fun night, I'm so glad that, for once, I'm the first one to blog about it!

You know your child is going through the "terrible twos" when he is playing by himself and you overhear him yelling, "No! Mine!"