We live on the corner and our side yard provides only about a 10-foot buffer from the sidewalk. The people who lived here before were not very good with home repairs (read: they made it up as they went along), BUT they were amazingly good at landscaping. We have beautiful trees and shrubs and flowers that, of their own free will, return year after year to make it look like we actually had something to do with it. I love them.
The last few weeks Chloe has been going nuts when we let her outside at night. She’s been burrowing under the Wisteria, crawling under the lilac bush, and will just stand in the kitchen and bark. Fly chasing, ghost chasing, simply off her rocker, we thought. Until yesterday.
I have been going non-stop since Wednesday morning. A 4.5 hour drive and whirlwind, back-to-back meeting filled trip to the headquarters of The-Most-Awesome-Job-EVER started Wednesday and concluded with a 4.5 hour drive home during rush hour through NYC traffic on Friday (WHAT was I thinking?!). Saturday was swimming, ballet, birthday party, errands, kid shoe shopping, and sleepover. (My brother gets good uncle points for keeping the kids on a night when we change the clocks ahead. Go bro!)
One Great Mom 