Backyard Dreams

We officially have a backyard, you guys. Like, an actual fenced-in space where I can let the kids run wild and Theo can’t immediately escape into traffic.

Backyard Dreams

Sophie took one look at that swing set and declared she’s building a fort underneath it. Marcus is already eyeing that empty corner like he’s going to plant the garden of his dreams. I’m mentally hanging string lights on every possible surface and imagining summer evenings that definitely won’t involve me actually hanging any string lights.

Theo found a stick and announced it was a T-Rex femur. He’s been carrying it around for three hours now. I don’t have the heart to tell him it’s probably from our neighbor’s oak tree. Let the kid dream.

Marcus keeps talking about tomatoes and herbs like he’s suddenly become the neighborhood farmer. I keep nodding and making supportive wife sounds while secretly planning where the outdoor furniture will go. We’re both pretending we’re going to maintain any of this.