Composte

So it must be a boy thing, all the dirt and rocks and collectibles that keep showing up at my house. I have a huge pile of "crystals" (you know, the shiny rocks you find on the street or in a gravel driveway which are somehow treasures to a 4 and 6 year old) in my garage now. It seems each day when I come home, there is another treasure waiting for me! Sometimes there are sticks shaped like guns, soup (dirty water in a bucket) or today there is composte. Jack and our neighbor decided to make their own composte for a garden. The are hard a work! Let's see how this one turns out!!

PS- Jackson is still impossible to photograph with a natural smile, but this comes close. Yesterday, he was in tears after dressing up in white dress pants, a white shirt, and a tie (which he insisted he wear) because he was having a hard time smiling. Poor little guy!